Lethal Drug
Explicit Content Warning! Gore! Isuertal is absolutely brutal. You may want to look away if you have blood and body parts.
Blade glinting in the darkness.
I can see it in his hand.
What does that matter?
I’ve got him right where I want him.
Time to strike, time to pounce, time to-Urk!
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Is that a real knife?
How dare he!
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
We play tag, and if you get caught, play dead.
This mock-violence shouldn’t cause bloodshed.
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I feel a little loopy now.
I can’t tell where my costume starts and my body ends.
Are these claws real?
No. Nothing’s real.
It’s all fun and games.
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Why are you running?
We were having so much fun.
Sorry about your necklace.
It hurts my hand for some reason.
I can’t read the room. We’re outside.
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Something is seriously wrong.
If that’s fake blood, where did it come from?
You’re not resisting so much anymore.
Your pulsating arteries are salivating.
I can’t get my eyes off your juicy jugular.
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Ouch! That hurt my ears.
I guess that’s why they’re called Screamers.
When you see them, you cry out in fear.
But there are no Screamers here.
It’s all pretend. Make believe. Fantasy.
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My jaw clenched around your shoulder,
I drag your limp body along with me.
Now we can continue to play!
You’re not trying to leave anymore.
How great. You finally understand!
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It’s all fun and games.
Ignore the pain, blood, and shouts of fear.
It’s all fun and games throughout the night.
Silhouettes of mangled bodies follow as we stride.
Night terrors. Stare them in the eyes.
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Are you hungry? You must be. So thin and pale.
I’m hungry too, let’s hunt together.
I found one! And there’s another.
On my count, leap from the trees.
Come on, jump. I said “Three!”
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Hmm. He’s still not moving.
Is he playing dead?
I didn’t mean to tag him.
Maybe I can find another friend.
There, behind the barbed wire fence.
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Wait, this isn’t the forest anymore!
How did I get here? When did I leave?
Am I still in my costume? It’s coated in gore!
Ugh. Disgusting. Eew! A corpse!
How did this happen? Why are these here?
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Was I kidnapped? No, there are so many dead.
If I was captured, why do I still live?
There is a possibility I don’t wish to acknowledge.
Am I the kidnapper or the napped kid?
I would never kill innocents… unless-
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Screams echo through the compound.
Savage guard dogs gnash their teeth.
Sentinels take aim, stock to shoulder.
Blinding spotlight shining down from above.
They won’t let the Screamer get away.