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singillatim2026-02-14 11:53 pm
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Everything you say to me/Leads me one step closer to the edge/And I'm about to break!
Who: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter and you!
What: Dex loses his mind and goes on a killing spree
When: Late February
Where: All over Milton including his house
Content Warnings: Dex's mental health issues, gory violence, NPC deaths, will add more as needed
It has been dark for months now with no sign of it returning. The animals have started to disappear, leaving Dex without much to hunt, yet another useful purpose taken from him. He can feel the Darkwalker scratching away at the inside of his mind with what feels like long dark claws all the time. Finally, he ends up barricaded in his home when the fog rolls in. The rune keeps him and Cy safe but it also means he has nowhere to go, left only with himself and his black thoughts for company. Having the wolfdog does help for a while in a way he doesn't understand, affection for an animal being something he's never experienced before in his life, but even that runs its course. It leaves him with nothing to do but think, which is the worst possible thing for someone with his kind of mental health conditions.
Then there's the voices in his head, always there in the back of it, but now returned to the forefront, whispering all sorts of things to him. How he has no purpose here, that all he's ever good for is destruction and death. That he should just give into the darkness all around him. It's what he's always been meant for after all.
Is it any small wonder this eventually drives Dex quietly insane? With all this pressing in on a mind never too stable to begin with, his emotions switch off, leaving only the predator behind. He becomes convinced there are far too many Interlopers here. This many with so few supplies left means that eventually they will run out. That's unacceptable. There's only one way to prevent that from happening. He needs to cull the herd. Take out some of the weak ones. Whittle down the group a little bit at a time, making sure only the strong survive. It's a hard way to look at things but Dex will do what he must to keep the rest of the Interlopers alive. It'll be a mercy in the end for the weak ones anyway. Better to die quickly and with little pain instead of it being drawn out, getting slower and more sickly until they perish.
It starts when one of the Interlopers pounds on his door in a panic. The fog is closing in and his is only house close by to take shelter in. She begs to be let in. When he opens the door, he recognizes her as one of the Interlopers who has said before she's been here for a long time when he spoke with her. Looks like her luck has run out. Pity that. Before she can speak a word, Dex drives a knife into the side of her neck right at the carotid artery and removes it swiftly. She barely has enough time to look surprised, reaching up a hand towards the fatal injury before she collapses to the ground in unconsciousness. She'll bleed out entirely in less than five minutes. Dex simply shoves her body off the porch and into the snow for the incoming fog to deal with, giving what was just a human being a minute ago no more thought than a dead squirrel he might have found on his porch.
But he's just getting started. Dex knows more ways to kill a person than there are even enough Interlopers to test them on. And that was before he could do things like turn into an apex predator with sharp fangs. He's going to keep going until.....until what? His fractured mind can't figure that one out. Just give it time. It'll come to him.
He can only turn into a wolf for short periods now, struggling to shift in the first place, and hold onto it for any length of time. When he does, the mind of the beast tends to take over with shocking speed. But that's exactly what he wants right now. People are disappointingly frail even at the best of times. All it takes is stalking down another victim, biting through their Achilles tendon, then knocking them to the ground before he's gotten his teeth around their throat and is ripping it out. Two down, who knows how many to go?
By the third, though, he's getting sloppier. He hasn't slept in days by now, which isn't helping with the issue of his crumbling sanity. His third kill is anything but neat. Whoever is nearby will hear the sounds of a fight, struggling back and forth, and then a shrill scream which is abruptly cut off with a sickening Crunch! Anyone who runs over will find Dex kneeling in the snow on the ground. There's a woman beneath him, head half-caved in from a large stone, clearly newly dead. Her brain matter and blood soak snow and and Dex's clothes alike.
He looks over at whoever is nearby with a curiously blank expression on his face as he rises. He looks unarmed but that's a joke. Dex is dangerous so long as there's anything around to throw. All traces of emotion or humanity have been wiped off of his features, leaving only something dark and terrible in its place. The fact he's got blood from all three kills he's yet to wash off still on his clothes and body makes him look like some unholy nightmare. Maybe the Darkwalker sent him as some sort of fiend to torment them all. "They were weak. And the weak need to be culled." Approach this one with caution.
What: Dex loses his mind and goes on a killing spree
When: Late February
Where: All over Milton including his house
Content Warnings: Dex's mental health issues, gory violence, NPC deaths, will add more as needed
It has been dark for months now with no sign of it returning. The animals have started to disappear, leaving Dex without much to hunt, yet another useful purpose taken from him. He can feel the Darkwalker scratching away at the inside of his mind with what feels like long dark claws all the time. Finally, he ends up barricaded in his home when the fog rolls in. The rune keeps him and Cy safe but it also means he has nowhere to go, left only with himself and his black thoughts for company. Having the wolfdog does help for a while in a way he doesn't understand, affection for an animal being something he's never experienced before in his life, but even that runs its course. It leaves him with nothing to do but think, which is the worst possible thing for someone with his kind of mental health conditions.
Then there's the voices in his head, always there in the back of it, but now returned to the forefront, whispering all sorts of things to him. How he has no purpose here, that all he's ever good for is destruction and death. That he should just give into the darkness all around him. It's what he's always been meant for after all.
Is it any small wonder this eventually drives Dex quietly insane? With all this pressing in on a mind never too stable to begin with, his emotions switch off, leaving only the predator behind. He becomes convinced there are far too many Interlopers here. This many with so few supplies left means that eventually they will run out. That's unacceptable. There's only one way to prevent that from happening. He needs to cull the herd. Take out some of the weak ones. Whittle down the group a little bit at a time, making sure only the strong survive. It's a hard way to look at things but Dex will do what he must to keep the rest of the Interlopers alive. It'll be a mercy in the end for the weak ones anyway. Better to die quickly and with little pain instead of it being drawn out, getting slower and more sickly until they perish.
It starts when one of the Interlopers pounds on his door in a panic. The fog is closing in and his is only house close by to take shelter in. She begs to be let in. When he opens the door, he recognizes her as one of the Interlopers who has said before she's been here for a long time when he spoke with her. Looks like her luck has run out. Pity that. Before she can speak a word, Dex drives a knife into the side of her neck right at the carotid artery and removes it swiftly. She barely has enough time to look surprised, reaching up a hand towards the fatal injury before she collapses to the ground in unconsciousness. She'll bleed out entirely in less than five minutes. Dex simply shoves her body off the porch and into the snow for the incoming fog to deal with, giving what was just a human being a minute ago no more thought than a dead squirrel he might have found on his porch.
But he's just getting started. Dex knows more ways to kill a person than there are even enough Interlopers to test them on. And that was before he could do things like turn into an apex predator with sharp fangs. He's going to keep going until.....until what? His fractured mind can't figure that one out. Just give it time. It'll come to him.
He can only turn into a wolf for short periods now, struggling to shift in the first place, and hold onto it for any length of time. When he does, the mind of the beast tends to take over with shocking speed. But that's exactly what he wants right now. People are disappointingly frail even at the best of times. All it takes is stalking down another victim, biting through their Achilles tendon, then knocking them to the ground before he's gotten his teeth around their throat and is ripping it out. Two down, who knows how many to go?
By the third, though, he's getting sloppier. He hasn't slept in days by now, which isn't helping with the issue of his crumbling sanity. His third kill is anything but neat. Whoever is nearby will hear the sounds of a fight, struggling back and forth, and then a shrill scream which is abruptly cut off with a sickening Crunch! Anyone who runs over will find Dex kneeling in the snow on the ground. There's a woman beneath him, head half-caved in from a large stone, clearly newly dead. Her brain matter and blood soak snow and and Dex's clothes alike.
He looks over at whoever is nearby with a curiously blank expression on his face as he rises. He looks unarmed but that's a joke. Dex is dangerous so long as there's anything around to throw. All traces of emotion or humanity have been wiped off of his features, leaving only something dark and terrible in its place. The fact he's got blood from all three kills he's yet to wash off still on his clothes and body makes him look like some unholy nightmare. Maybe the Darkwalker sent him as some sort of fiend to torment them all. "They were weak. And the weak need to be culled." Approach this one with caution.