Bigger pulled out another jar of olives and threw his feet back on top of the table. Olives were his favorite, and they helped him to feel more relaxed. And relaxation was rare these days, but he was glad that he could have some relaxation. His walkie-talkie buzzed with static, as his friend moved around in his house across the way. It was nice to have at least one other person in this doomed town that he could talk to and that he knew he could trust.
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Serdoa was that friend, and was just cleaning up from his late dinner, when he heard heavy footsteps coming up his front steps. He realized what that meant, picked up the walkie talkie fast enough to mutter "they're here", and quickly shut himself in the pantry. The footsteps came inside, and slowly paced their way through his house. Serdoa dared not move or breathe, hoping that the intruder would hope him to be gone. After what seemed like an eternity, the footsteps stopped. Serdoa slowly strained to put his ear to the door to ensure they were gone, but unfortunately, as he did so his shoulder brushed against a can of tomato sauce on the shelf, knocking it to the ground. The only other thing Serdoa heard was a short burst from the machine gun, bullets slicing through the door and into his chest. Blood and tomato sauce flowed out from under the door together.
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As the intruder opened the door to check that there was more than broken cans of tomato juice in the closet, Bigger, who had snuck in the door during the hubbub, jumped on his back and started strangling the intruder. He lurched around the kitchen, trying to bring his gun to bear while Bigger held his arm down and swung his fist into the intruders face. Sadly, the intruder wasn't dumb, and decided to just fall backwards onto the floor, crushing and pinning Bigger underneath him. He pulled his gun free, and pointed it at the mangled and brused Bigger, but paused to ask "Why did you get involved? Don't you want to save yourself?" Bigger responded by spitting into his face, but no sooner did the spit splatter onto the intruder than the bullets from the gun pierced Bigger's heart.
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When the village awoke and found the carnage, they mourned the loss of two of their own, faithful men unfortunate to have been taken out by the mafia so early. They prayed that their efforts to hunt down evil today would be successful and avenge these deaths.
Bigger and Serdoa were killed. They were Villager Blood Brothers
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Serdoa was that friend, and was just cleaning up from his late dinner, when he heard heavy footsteps coming up his front steps. He realized what that meant, picked up the walkie talkie fast enough to mutter "they're here", and quickly shut himself in the pantry. The footsteps came inside, and slowly paced their way through his house. Serdoa dared not move or breathe, hoping that the intruder would hope him to be gone. After what seemed like an eternity, the footsteps stopped. Serdoa slowly strained to put his ear to the door to ensure they were gone, but unfortunately, as he did so his shoulder brushed against a can of tomato sauce on the shelf, knocking it to the ground. The only other thing Serdoa heard was a short burst from the machine gun, bullets slicing through the door and into his chest. Blood and tomato sauce flowed out from under the door together.
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As the intruder opened the door to check that there was more than broken cans of tomato juice in the closet, Bigger, who had snuck in the door during the hubbub, jumped on his back and started strangling the intruder. He lurched around the kitchen, trying to bring his gun to bear while Bigger held his arm down and swung his fist into the intruders face. Sadly, the intruder wasn't dumb, and decided to just fall backwards onto the floor, crushing and pinning Bigger underneath him. He pulled his gun free, and pointed it at the mangled and brused Bigger, but paused to ask "Why did you get involved? Don't you want to save yourself?" Bigger responded by spitting into his face, but no sooner did the spit splatter onto the intruder than the bullets from the gun pierced Bigger's heart.
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When the village awoke and found the carnage, they mourned the loss of two of their own, faithful men unfortunate to have been taken out by the mafia so early. They prayed that their efforts to hunt down evil today would be successful and avenge these deaths.
Bigger and Serdoa were killed. They were Villager Blood Brothers
Quote:Blood Brothers - You two have been best of friends since childhood. You know each other so well, that you know that without a doubt you are both innocent, and have such a strong connection that you are able to communicate with each other in ways others cannot see (you may talk here: <REDACTED>). However, you are so close to each other that the thought of living without the other is unbearable. If one of you dies in any fashion, the other will commit suicide and die that very same day/night.