Butcher time! For those that don’t know, nemesis encounters happen back at the settlement, when the departing survivors return from their hunt. It’s kinda the norm that the 4 survivors, you pitch against the nemesis, will die. Cause these monsters are hardcore, with some really interesting AI mechanics. So I decided to send out Gale to meet the Butcher. At this time in life he was blind on one eye, and didn’t really have any good fighting arts or permanent increases to his stats. He seemed like the obvious canon fodder. And then I chose 3 lvl 0 hunters, another male (Bleeding Lines) and 2 females (Canvas and Bleach). Yeah, this naming convention of choosing random words from the music I’m listening to isn’t weird at all. cough cough
These 4 survivors are sent out to their certain doom. Spoiler, only 1 died. They actually downed the Butcher. Crazy times.
Just the day before this game, I received my Token Sesame gadget/thingy (no clue what such a thing is called). It’s a bit big, but a huge help really. Had everything within easy reach, and a nice place to throw my dice. This thing can be changed into so many different configurations, but for KD:M (solo) I think I’m just gonna keep it like this. Really happy with this puchase.
Runner 9 is still screaming. The song is eating away at their nerves. It’s a beautiful song. It’s a beautiful nightmare. They don’t sleep. They want to wake up. There is only the screams. The song. It takes up every space in their head. Until it doesn’t. Runner 9 falls silent. With empty eyes he stares out into the plains.
They feel his presence before they see him. A man too big of size. He’s dragging a dead body along with him. Leaving a gory trail of blood and pieces of skin and hair and bone. Slowly he comes closer to the lantern hoard of Clocktower 6. Slowly they realise the dead man, this creature is dragging, has no face. The face is adorning the monsters breastplate. Stretched across like cling film.
Cling film? Runner 9 remembers the word. He does not remember the meaning. The monster drops the dead body to the ground. Like a challenge. Come. Fight.
Gale looks back at Tuesday and Tomorrow. This monster. This man. This butcher is here to slaughter them all. The intent is clear. Gale won’t let that happen. He sees Tomorrow starting to gear up. Eager to meet this new challenge. To prove her worth. He slowly shakes his head. It will be him. And someone not of his family. Three others are chosen.
Bleeding Lines know his time is up. The axe in his hand feels wrong. Weird. He’s never held a weapon before. It’s the weight. Heavy. Too heavy. Together with Bleach and Canvas, it was his job to tend the lantern hoard. Now he’s here, on the battlefield. Blood dripping from a wound on his head. A nasty wound. Is this how brain smells?
The Butcher steps forward. Swinging a cleaver at Bleeding Line’s head. He dodges out of reach and desperately tries to emulate that move with his axe. It hits. It breaks. Not the monster. The monster just.won’t.break. But his frail bone axe. It crumbles to pieces on the dense armor of the Butcher. Bleeding Lines pulls the small knife out of his belt. It’s useless. But it’s all he has.
Gale looks down where his leg used to be. Now it’s lying a few meters behind him. Blood gushing out of him. Life gushing out of him. He’s dead. He knows it. His body seems to be a little more stubborn though. Not yet. Not dead yet. He throws himself at the Butcher. It’s all he can do. Use the rest of his battered body as a weapon. There’s a spark of light in the air, as the weak light of the lantern hoard reflects in one the Butchers cleavers. It’s coming down on Gale fast. Hard. He does hear the sound. Its a weird sound. Cause it’s both inside and outside of his head. A crack. Like eggshells breaking. Gale suddenly realise he’s missing the taste of eggs. Then he misses nothing anymore, as the cleaver continues through his skull and into his brain.
It could be a smile. That thing spreading across the Butchers face. A content and happy smile, as Gale slides off his cleaver and onto the ground. One more for his collection. One more to fulfil his purpose. One more. It could be a smile. But it freezes before it becomes anything real. Bleach buries her axe in the Butchers neck. And with all her strength, she wills her body to follow through. Push it in. Deeper. Further.
A sharp white light. No sound. No warning. Just a moment of brilliant white light. And the Butcher is gone. Blinked away from existence. They look down at Gales dead body. One more to bury. One more to mourn.
When all has settled. When their goodbyes have been song. When they rest for a moment. At the cold, dim light of the lantern hoard. They rebuild. They craft. They hold hands. Bleeding Lines and Bleach finding a moment just to themselves. A moment of hope. Of love. A baby boy is born. They name him Plastic Bubble.