Buzzsaw Massacre now with more idiot survivors R, DP, Medium

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Name: - Buzzsaw Massacre now with more idiot survivors!  (Saw Parody)

Participants: - Kitai, Hoshi, and Jeff

Location: - Deep in Karakura's sewer system, a veritable maze "owned" by one scum of the earth.

Difficulty Level: - Medium

Setting: DP



Plotline:

Karakura, like all other sizeable cities has verified wierdos, crazy people, sociopaths, and all sorts of other "Morally Dubious" individuals who find themselves on the darker path. On today's misadventure we have three misfits who for reasons only known to them became more or less willing pawns in the scheme of the "great and terrifying" Buzzsaw. (Definitely not Jigsaw with a very mildly changed color palate. Nope. Nuh uh.) Kitai, the king of shillling out items, his unpaid intern Jeff, and last but not least a wannabe anime protag Hoshi.



These three will have to work to survive the perilous journey of escaping Buzzsaw and his labyrthin of traps, torture, and other exceptionally malevolent tools/victims. Can they work together and escape or will they all just be victims of Buzzsaw's schemes?



Estimated Enemy Strength: Class 3 on average, may go higher.



Estimated Time Until Completion: 3 pages or 6 months. May extend it depending on how enjoyable this is.



Starts: When I make the opening post.



Special Conditions:

2x TP gain due to December Event


1. So, here's the deal, first and foremost this adventure is a parody. General rules will be followed but Toon Logic is supreme. If its funnier for something morbid to happen and then act as though it never occurred, then such is the case.

2. Jeff /Kitai aren't spending OOH posts for being in this thread. And if for one reason or another they get dragged to Hell, starting on their next post they can just return through some manner or another.

3. The "Permanent" out of Damage Permanent comes into play for Mental wounds, Spiritual wounds, and Physical wounds inflicted in the boss fight. Until then all physical wounds, even mortal ones, aren't considered permanent.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

On a newspaper the following heading is written in big bold text.

"MYSERIOUS DISAPPEARANCES THROUGHOUT KARAKURA. IS IT DUE TO SUPERNATURAL OCCURENCES OR COULD THIS BE THE WORK OF A GRIZZLY NEW KILLER?"

This heading and news article would be run in almost every media available. Public alerts on one's phone, on TV (cable and internet), Social Media outlets, Newspapers, and of course on any and all magazines. The worry and fear concerning these disappearances has even gone so far as to be on posters and papers that are taped, stapled, and or even nailed into various objects like buildings and lamp posts. In no uncertain terms, not even those who are broke or on the brink of death wouldn't know about the mysterious disappearances throughout the city. People of all races, animals of all species, and somehow even spiritual beings have seemingly just disappeared. Akin to a magic trick where you'll miss it if you blink. None can say for certain just what is causing these issues but what can be said is this. The trails are cold, the methods precise and well-practiced, and worst of all violence is likely to have accompanied the disappearance.

At every crime scene there is a puddle of blood. Sometimes identifiable as a possible victim other unidentifiable. Weirder yet it sometimes comes in various colors of blue, black, and orange of all things. Even more concerning is that occasionally, in what can only be called exceptional penmanship is a letter or note left at the scene. It has no fingerprints, no hair, not even a skin particle. The letters are cryptic and usually deeply concerning. A couple have left photos of the victim in question if only to antagonize those who have missing loved ones. And just a few days ago. . . several bodies were found left in a drainage ditch in the most distant parts of Karakura. Were it not for the dental records the bodies would be unidentifiable. Skin torn asunder, fingerprints seared off, eyes gouged out, and many other gruesome wounds.

For three unfortunate individuals this would soon become their reality. Kitai, Hoshi, and Jeff would be the newest victims to be. For Kitai the day would start as normal, or as normal as one who is insane and can clone themselves indefinitely can be. Yet upon the desk where customers paid for their goods would be a box. It looked like a present wrapped cardboard box. The outside was black and incredibly soft to the touch with a white lacey ribbon tied around the box. Next to it would be a note that read.

"I've heard through some friends that you desire a realm of cheese. As a businessman of renown, I'm certain you can understand what I'm offering. I can take you there so long as you use the object in the box, however I will require some recompense. Nothing is free in this world after all, but I figure I can prove myself unlike others who may have reached out previously. I look forward to meeting you.

Sincerely,
L"

Upon opening the box Kitai would immediately see what looks like a simple light switch. White plastic making it look like an outlet cover with a simple white switch. The shape would be rectangular and thin with no opening on the backside. Should Kitai flip the switch out of curiosity he'd immediately find the lights of his building switched off along with his sprinkler system activating. It wouldn't take long for Kitai to realize that something was very wrong as his sprinklers were not spewing water but instead something that smelled vaguely of mozzarella and yet this same scent was making him and all the other clones woozy. Tired. Exhausted even. Before he'd realize it, he'd be met with the black space between his eyes and eyelids.


For Jeff it was nothing more than a coincidence. A twist of fate for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. With the original Kitai having already been taken away earlier in the day, Jeff's appearance was a surprise. A small alarm having pinged the mysterious abductor of another's entrance into The Kitai Shop. The task was surprisingly simple, however. With the shop dark, and those within still asleep there would be no warning as yet again the sprinklers went off. Jeff would already be nearing the register by the time the mysterious liquid began to rain down on the shop. Yet Jeff initially and for even a few minutes seem to be relatively fine yet it'd be concerning that for one reason, or another the room was getting darker. Slowly but surely. It even went so far as to spin and shift into something else. Somewhere else. As Jeff continued to get sprayed the room would warp and shift into ever more disturbing shapes and forms all while the strength left his body. By the time he registered a noise of some kind he'd sooner feel pain at the side of his temple. And then nothing. Just the black embrace of unconsciousness. Meanwhile his body was dragged out the back and then into a vehicle after being placed in a black trash bag. Once tied up he'd be thrown into the trunk of a vehicle and off to God only knows where. All the while left to rest within the bag.


For Hoshi it was a simple task of bringing him from his abode. Having seen the utterly flamboyant individual from venue to venue and even treading the spaces of "criminal interest", it's easy to see that he was confident in his abilities. Men with weapons feared the rebar wielding character. Buildings were highly damaged or otherwise partially melted. Where he walked destruction followed. Except in the Shopping District. Of all the areas of Karakura he was found at, this one had yet to have any damages found. Thus, the trap was laid. With a few weeks inspection of Hoshi's habits and areas of interest it could be relatively easy to predict just what venue on what day Hoshi would go to. Thus, on an early Sunday morning when Hoshi was on his way to a breakfast diner he was followed. Quietly, silently, and with dangerous intent. Entering into Sunny Sides the person in question watched as Hoshi happily entered and immediately began talking all the staff.

Hoshi was well liked by the staff and had actively made himself a favored customer as he even had a seat all to himself towards the back. A perfect spot for dragging out a body while the morning rush was strong. It took nearly half an hour before Hoshi got up to use the bathroom but once he did the man in question snuck over and tripped near his food. Accidently spilling it all over the floor. A quick call to a waitress and a fresh order placed for Hoshi was all it took. By the time Hoshi came back the person in question was gone. A fresh plate was on his table and a quick discussion had. Never would anyone has suspected that his coffee was spiked. There simply weren't enough eyes available in the diner. Another twenty minutes passed, and Hoshi left, walking down the usual routes only to begin to feel sick. Something wasn't right.

He walked into an alley and began to heave and vomit his meal only to see blood mixed within the food. His eyes widened but then heaved again. And again. Until his sight was beginning to be clouded by black splotches. With a final cry and a hand outstretched to the wall, Hoshi whispered to no one in particular to assist him. The gigai fell onto the ground shortly, thereafter, saved from the puddle of vomit by nothing but luck alone. From there an unseen "Samaritan" would pick up Hoshi and begin walking off with his body. All while none were the wiser and with little if any signs any would care about.


For all three of the newest victims, it'd be a bit disorienting coming back to their collective senses. Jeff because he had what was effectively a taped trash bag on his face while his arms were tied up and pulled backwards by something. Likely a chain if the incredibly loud rustling was anything to go by. His feet would be bound but he could move his legs and with the cool hard floor letting him guess a form of concrete. Kitai would find himself impaled on each shoulder with a hook that looked into itself. He'd notice the sensation of pain that was prevalent and then realize the bottom of his clothing was wet due to his own blood. His chains were easy to see and were connected to a latch on the opposite wall, that connected to a collection of chains into the ceiling. A quick look could easily determine that for one reason or another Kitai's chain and Jeff's chain were connected to one another as well as to Hoshi's.

Meanwhile Kitai also found himself strapped at his legs, waist, and arms to a moving board. It had holes cut through it and before him was a series of carved out spikes from various materials. Rock, glass, metal, etc. Lastly with Hoshi he'd find himself strapped to a chair with a pair of buttons next to him. His chair littered with spikes and even held a metallic helmet with wires connected to the buttons and the floor. Each hand had enough movement to push a button if he tried to move his arms. Yet his sight was partially blocked due to the metal helm and the remainder of his body's movement was not only severely limited but downright painful, with only his warm blood being his company in an otherwise cool room. For now, it was simply the three in the room, slowly waking up to their individual situations all while someone watched from somewhere. The feeling of a sinister gaze was upon all of those within, but it couldn't be easily located.

[Jeff Franklin]

It was just a normal day for Jeff, meaning he was bored out of his mind from the lack of stimulants. The only place in Hell that provided enough interest was deep down, but he doesn't want to become unsensitized to such a place. Therefore, only one place immediately pops into the twisted Saika's mind. There's only one place that can provide the experience he's looking for that doesn't require him to search the worlds. It's time to head over and visit Kitai!



Exiting the tear in reality he created, Jeff steps out into the darkened store. "Where is everyone? I only came here cause' the fool is usually here...." Unbeknownst to him an alarm was trigged, letting a special individual know of the Hellions entrance into the Kitai Shop. Suddenly the sprinklers began going off, further dampening the ground. "Ok, I'm not on fire so why is that going off!? KITAI, YOU SHOULD KNOW HYPOTHERMIA DOESN'T BOTHER ME! GET OUT HERE SO YOU CAN PROPERLY DAMAGE ME! OR AT LEAST LIGHT ME ABLAZE!" It seems screaming for Kitai to come out doesn't work. Strangely enough though the liquid hitting him smells of mozzarella. Figuring he has nothing better to do while he searches around the dark shop he sticks out his tongue and tastes the substance. "Hmmm, tastes like chicken...." After a few minutes of searching the world around him slowly becomes darker and darker until the world begins to spin even. The last thing he notices is a satisfying pain in his temple before face meets ground and he passes out.



The world begins to shift back into focus as Jeff wakes up. The problem is his head is covered by a trash bag of some sort and his arms were painfully (In a pleasant way of course) tied behind his back by something. The tingling of chains suggests that to be what's holding him back, plus his feet seem to be bound as well while his legs themselves were still movable. The floor under his feet felt hard and rough like concrete. This normally isn't a position he fancies being in as it usually means he's trapped, However, for some strange reason he feels like he isn't actually trapped and that something fun is about to start. With his stupid grin hidden behind the bag he activates his Dark Skill stage 1 in order to prepare for what's next, causing scales to form on his hands with his nails coming to a slight point. Figuring he might as well say something before doing anything else he opens his mouth, "So, why wasn't I taken out to eat before being invited inside your abode?"

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai read the note. He read it again, and again, and again, as he was sat in his favorite chair at the counter, he turned his head towards the hallway in the back, before he started yelling. "Whichever one of you morons keeps flapping his lips about the cheese dimension has to clean up whatever is about to happen!" He didn't know who kept telling people about him and his dream of escaping to the cheese dimension, but it had to stop. Clearly he didn't have the restraint to not take the bait every time.

The fancy box had a light switch in it, which he immediately flipped without a first thought, let alone a second. He flipped it back and forth three times in quick succession, even as the lights went dead. "Do I have an electric box on the outside? I feel like I wouldn't." He said idly to himself, making a mental note that he'd have to check that out later. Then the sprinklers went off, again making him question which clone had installed those, and felt something that wasn't water land on him.

It smelled of mozzarella, but it was clearly either out of date, or gone bad while in the water system. Then his eyes grew heavy. "Oh boy. I'mabh... stupd rtn chz..." Kitai slurred his words, before he tumbled off his stool, landing on the wooden floor. He knew one thing for sure; after he killed whomever messed with his shop, and lied to him yet again about the cheese dimension, he was making his shop as un-Osha certified as humanly possible. Because this? This was a load of rotten cheese. He blamed clone thirty seven.

When he next woke up, he could feel a tight pressure on his shoulders. He tried to adjust his arms, but he found that he couldn't move them from their position. Then he'd realize that he was spread-eagle on a table full of holes. He opened his eyes, finding the things meant to fill said holes. Namely spikes made out of random garbage. He looked around, trying to take in his surroundings, and his eyes landed on Jeff, and everything suddenly clicked in his mind.

"AAAAAAAAAAARE you kidding me!?" He screamed out, seemingly in pain, before transitioning into him yelling at the other Saika. "Jeff, I've told you a thousand times! I'm not into your weird torture parties! I like pain when I'm fighting, not f-oh forget it!" He said to the Hellion. "And honestly, what kind of idiot did you hire to make this crap? All these spikes aren't even the same material! What, did you run out of metal to make into spikes?" He criticized, adjusting his position on the table. "This is why you hire me to make your torture devices. You get quality instead of this have made crap."