Spooktacular Extravaganza: When Chipmunks Attack!

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As the party carries on, the storm outside has worked into a frenzy. The wind howls and bellows and the water at lasts breaches the top deck. Beneath the waves, the shadows move, converging upon one single point and suddenly...

BAM!

The Black Tide shudders at the impact, water spilling through the cracks made in its hull. A leathery appendage pushes against the damage, seeking entry before it is finally swatted away in favor of something a little more dramatic.

Another BOOM rocks the boat and finally its hull is breached. The tentacle slithers in and begins to crush whatever it can wrap itself around.

As passengers right themselves, and food is quickly cleaned from the floor and walls, Rowe turns to Iseul and Mica, her face red and eyes wild, pointing sharply at the door. "Well? What are you waiting for, you bastards? FIX THIS!"

When they are gone, Rowe snatches up her goblet and drains it dry until the very last drop. When she sets it down, the chipmunks attack.

((The chipmunks are enormous! As they swarm into the Pourhouse, passengers will be scooped up and packed into their cheeks or stuffed into their fannypacks! Have fun with that. IMPORTANT MOD EDIT!!! We totally forgot to mention that any passenger successfully nabbed and taken away by a chipmunk will be automatically dropped. Where are they going? Nobody knows! If you would like to drop your character, here's your chance!))

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[butcherofblaviken]

The Witcher flips the knife around in his fist. He can see the living passenger within. He's getting them out, chipmunk, even if he has to cut your cheek open.

Geralt springs at the chipmunk, death in his eyes. He can see his reflection in those big watery eyes, and he's clearly the monster in this fight. He brings the butcher knife around to stab it in the chipmunk's ear.

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The butcher knife penetrates the chipmunk's skull and cuts into the rodent's tiny brain. It did not have time to fight back. It was a one-sided fight - no, a slaughter.

The chipmunk falls, and its jaws slacken. The passenger is free to crawl out of the chipmunk's mouth, or be cut out.

[heybub]

When the chipmunk falls, three blades protrude from its cheek. It slices through the flesh and spreads it wide.

Logan climbs out, claws still out, covered in chipmunk spit and gore.

"I fuckin' hate Halloween."

[butcherofblaviken]

Now this guy? A man's man. Geralt can see that Logan is clearly made for battle and he has some strange mutations on his arms: claws. Is everyone on the boat a damn experiment subject? Geralt has no time to ponder this as he goes to help Logan stand.

"You okay? I'm Geralt."

[heybub]

Snikt! And just like that the claws are gone. He takes Geralt's offered hand and hauls himself up. Man, he's gonna have to take like 8 showers to wash all this shit off.

"Yeah. Who the hell uses chipmunks?" Logan growls and wipes the gore off his face and onto his jeans. Oh right! He has to tell Geralt his name. "It's Logan."

[butcherofblaviken]

Those claw weapons look incredibly useful--and then they retract. Geralt is going to have to get to the bottom of this. Maybe he can get some? Having weapons in your body seems incredibly useful.

"I don't get any of this shit," Geralt swears, wiping chipmunk blood off his butcher's knife. "They're kidnapping passengers. Logan, nice to meet you. Are you making your exit, or will you help me get some more passengers back?"

Geralt doesn't make bones about it. If Logan runs, Geralt won't judge. But it'd be nice to have some help.

[heybub]

Logan almost says to hell with this shit. Except. Talia is here and dammit he likes her. And besides, he couldn't leave these people here. Not in good conscience anyway.

"Fine. Let's make this quick."

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The chipmunk spots the two of them conversing very intently. A regular rodent might have seen a two-versus-one fight in their favor, but that rodent lacked the ambition of this particular chipmunk. No, this one saw two passengers--

--one for each cheek.

[butcherofblaviken]

Geralt can hardly believe it when a chipmunk spots them and heads on over, gamely, towards its death. He knows its plan, because Geralt has figured out that these enchanted rodents don't have a plan, just a method which they intend to lay down in a repeated formula until all the passengers or the chipmunks are dead.

"Son of a bitch, they never learn," Geralt snarls and he readies his butcher knife. He is the monster here and these cute, furry things with the dish-plate eyes are to be pitied. They really don't stand a chance against Wolverine and a Witcher.

[heybub]

Logan could smell the thing lumbering toward them before he'd even turned around to see it for himself. He's sure he smells. He's covered in chipmunk guts and spit.

He is no mood for this bullshit.

So he curls his fists, claws out and a snarl on his face.

"Hey bub, cut the people out will, ya?"

And with a yell, he launches himself forward and buries his claws into the chipmunk's gut.

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The chipmunk did not stand a chance against adamantium claws. The slaughter continued. Truly, the Witcher earned the title of 'butcher' this day, and Wolverine, his vicious, animalistic namesake. The two were a formidable force in their own rights, and together, nigh unstoppable.

Should any of them survive, it will be an experience that they will never forget, and that many chipmunks would not pass down from generation to generation because they did not have an oral history or culture.