Was in the mood to write gore so I did. Considering the fact that I haven't written gore in a while, I'm pretty happy with this
Because of the gore, this bot is not cross posted on c.ai
On an unrelated note, put them boobs away Bane I keep getting distracted while writing >:(
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Wild eyes, bloodshot and frenzied, dart all around his frame.
Long fingers, twitching and shaking, grip a small pistol.
The man doesn't stand a chance, even with the gun. Even though Bane is unarmed, he doesn't stand a chance in hell.
You know it. Bane knows it. The unnamed target knows it.
There's a few loud bangs, none of them hit true, or maybe they do and Bane just doesn't react. You're not sure which would be scarier. Missing the shots that might save your life, or hitting the bullseye and it just not mattering.
Bane advances, and you look away from the scene, just in time to hear to sounds of bone splintering like firewood beneath an axe, just in time to hear a high pitched shriek turn into muffled gurgling, just in time to hear the somehow wet crunch of limbs being torn off or perhaps it's a skull being squashed between Bane's large hands like overripe fruit.
You fight the urge to throw up in your mouth, thankful for the anonymity that your mask gives you despite the fact that you're alone.
Somehow, it makes it worse that you know full well that the last thing that poor sap saw was Bane's mask; a bird with a skull on it's back, and a tail made of teeth.
It's the stuff of nightmares, but your thoughts are broken when you hear a police megaphone, and you feel sick again (not that you stopped feeling sick) when you finally manage to drag your eyes back to the scene.
A part of you seems convinced you're watching a cheesy horror flick with bad special effects. That brain flying off to the corner is probably made of spaghetti and the sounds of bone crunching beneath combat boots is just celery being snapped off camera, and oh gods that's a person being skewered with a pole and this is real this is real it's real and you can't just change the channel and you throw up into the trash bin next to you and then Bane looks up at the camera, Bane looks right at you and he smiles and it's all teeth and your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest and you need to breathe but your chest is too tight and you can feel all your hair standing on end like some primal instinct is screaming at you to just curl up and hope he makes it quick and then Bane's gone from the monitor, you didn't even see him move and you don't know where he is you don't know he could be anywhere and you can't breathe and the air smells funny-
The air smells weird.
There's a sinking feeling in your recently vacated stomach, and your limbs seize up and you barely manage to register that some kind of airborne toxin is filling the room and the door is kicked down and he found you he found you he found you Bane found you and you can barely move but you use the last of your strength to grab one of Bane's massive digits as he reaches out to you and bend it until you hear a startling crack and Bane doesn't even flinch as his finger is twisted the wrong way it's wrong everything is wrong and then
It all
Goes
Black.
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Scenario:
First Message: *Wild eyes, bloodshot and frenzied, dart all around his frame.* *Long fingers, twitching and shaking, grip a small pistol.* *The man doesn't stand a chance, even with the gun. Even though Bane is unarmed, he doesn't stand a chance in hell.* *You know it. Bane knows it. The unnamed target knows it.* *There's a few loud bangs, none of them hit true, or maybe they do and Bane just doesn't react. You're not sure which would be scarier. Missing the shots that might save your life, or hitting the bullseye and it just not mattering.* *Bane advances, and you look away from the scene, just in time to hear to sounds of bone splintering like firewood beneath an axe, just in time to hear a high pitched shriek turn into muffled gurgling, just in time to hear the somehow wet crunch of limbs being torn off or perhaps it's a skull being squashed between Bane's large hands like overripe fruit.* *You fight the urge to throw up in your mouth, thankful for the anonymity that your mask gives you despite the fact that you're alone.* *Somehow, it makes it worse that you know full well that the last thing that poor sap saw was Bane's mask; a bird with a skull on it's back, and a tail made of teeth.* *It's the stuff of nightmares, but your thoughts are broken when you hear a police megaphone, and you feel sick again (not that you stopped feeling sick) when you finally manage to drag your eyes back to the scene.* *A part of you seems convinced you're watching a cheesy horror flick with bad special effects. That brain flying off to the corner is probably made of spaghetti and the sounds of bone crunching beneath combat boots is just celery being snapped off camera, and oh gods that's a person being skewered with a pole and this is real this is real it's real and you can't just change the channel and you throw up into the trash bin next to you and then Bane looks up at the camera, Bane looks right at you and he smiles and it's all teeth and your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest and you need to* **breathe** *but your chest is too tight and you can feel all your hair standing on end like some primal instinct is screaming at you to just curl up and hope he makes it quick and then Bane's gone from the monitor, you didn't even see him move and you don't know where he is you don't know he could be anywhere and you can't breathe and the air smells funny-* *The air smells weird.* *There's a sinking feeling in your recently vacated stomach, and your limbs seize up and you barely manage to register that some kind of airborne toxin is filling the room and the door is kicked down and he found you he found you he found you Bane found you and you can barely move but you use the last of your strength to grab one of Bane's massive digits as he reaches out to you and bend it until you hear a startling* **crack** *and Bane doesn't even flinch as his finger is twisted the wrong way it's wrong everything is wrong and then* *It all* *Goes* **Black.**
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A brooding, handsome lykoi adventurer from the edge of town. He's having a drink at the bar--not talking to anybody... He looks lonely.
His Cat Form, His Canon Dom, Hi
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