welcome to mayfield: day 3

[mayfield_mods]

[Those who wake up in the town on the third day will soon notice that something's definitely off. The cracks in the sky are appearing more frequently and lasting for minutes at a time, and there's a strange white fog drifting over the clouds.

For those who've just arrived, welcome to our new little town! We're sure you're glad to see your missing friends again; nothing to worry about here, they've just been too busy enjoying the upgraded carnival to go back home. Any bleeding limbs or serious wounds you may spot are obviously just a sign of how much fun they've been having.]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

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[cueball]

[Scratch doesn't concentrate on the movements in the shadows and he doesn't have any time to react before he realizes something is thrown at him before--

Well, before the axe blade hits the side of his head at quick speed. The worse part is the axe doesn't quite hit him in the center of his head, but toward the front. The death isn't instant and so he's now against the wall of the funhouse, an axe in his head.

How awfully weak the body of a human was too. Scratch could only open his mouth to scream from the pain, completely forgetting the gas coming into the funhouse and he begins gripping at the axe handle. Taking it out may not help, but he couldn't really move with an axe in his head. He wasn't going to die here.

In the meanwhile he's also taken his hand off Natalie's arm and doesn't even seem to recognize that she is even next to him anymore. He doesn't care about the well-being of others in comparison to his own, so why should she?]

[spitefulvitae]

[It's almost impossible to tell what's going on, now. She can hear movement, hear something being tossed, hear a thunk and...]

...Scratch?

[She bumps into him, feels upwards, feels the handle of the axe, feels blood... and she panics. They've got him. He'll die. There's nothing she can do.... so she immediately disengages and starts to run blindly back in the direction that she came from, hoping that it'll mostly be the same.

Every creature for themselves in here. Sorry, Scratch.]