IrezumiKiss
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1000s upon 1000s are being infected - all across Europe (This is unbeknownst to you as you have just disembarked in a seaport town on the coast of Italy from a years-long agricultural consortium in North Africa).
While milling about on the wharf, you are approached by some nondescript unwashed ragamuffin waif. He, or she, abruptly bites you on your exposed left arm in a crazed frenzy (and nothing happens - yet).
You backhand the waif in shock response and half of his or her cheek explodes in black, oozing, pus-like ichor. Then you realize many of the residents shuffling about are seemingly...unwell. And the place stinks. And now some of the rumors you heard back in Africa about The Old Country going tits up aren't mere rumors anymore.
First choice is that you immediately sever your now infected arm with your claymore and get the fuck outta Dodge somehow, escaping into the wilderness.
Second choice, get a torch and start burning everything you see in retaliation before the local garrison pincushions you.
Third choice is that upon realizing you have a 75% mortality rate and it won't be long before you become a roach motel for the Black Death, you say fuck it and go into the forsaken town, get drunk every night and fuck all the tavern wenches, whores and assorted backstage Johnnies bareback until your body melts in an alleyway.
What would you choose?
While milling about on the wharf, you are approached by some nondescript unwashed ragamuffin waif. He, or she, abruptly bites you on your exposed left arm in a crazed frenzy (and nothing happens - yet).
You backhand the waif in shock response and half of his or her cheek explodes in black, oozing, pus-like ichor. Then you realize many of the residents shuffling about are seemingly...unwell. And the place stinks. And now some of the rumors you heard back in Africa about The Old Country going tits up aren't mere rumors anymore.
First choice is that you immediately sever your now infected arm with your claymore and get the fuck outta Dodge somehow, escaping into the wilderness.
Second choice, get a torch and start burning everything you see in retaliation before the local garrison pincushions you.
Third choice is that upon realizing you have a 75% mortality rate and it won't be long before you become a roach motel for the Black Death, you say fuck it and go into the forsaken town, get drunk every night and fuck all the tavern wenches, whores and assorted backstage Johnnies bareback until your body melts in an alleyway.
What would you choose?
