The Cannibal (IC)

[Kolmya]

Northern Alaska
Theme

The perpetual darkness engulfing the car, save for the headlights and the slight glimmer of the radio, made Daniel fell slightly threatened. Under the January night sky, nothing moved, an absolute lack of motion. Nothing for miles around thought Daniel. Nobody for miles around. The only sound other than the quiet hum of the engine, were the tormenting guitar tone and the haunting vocals of King Diamond. Not even the wind would rustle the trees or grass. With nothing in sight at the moment, Daniel couldn't help but think more about how creepy the current situation was. No Wonder all these fucking psychopaths live in the middle of nowhere, because there's nobody out here to hear you die! Shut Up! Daniel argued with himself. Let's change the music. He thought. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. Once reaching a straight enough road, Daniel reached down and removed the current CD from the drive, Abigail.

As he put Abigail back in it's case, he took a quick glance at the part of his collection he had brought with him. Oh, great he thought, as he saw Scream Bloody Gore, Severed Survival, and Nightfall. He took Nightfall, however almost dropped the case, as a sudden voice had alarmed him.

"Turn right in 1 mile" exclaimed the GPS machine. Oh Shit! He picked up the CD quickly and then got back to paying attention to the road. Moments later, he turned in to go up the hill to the house. As he reached the house, he got his small inventory of stuff (A backpack, and his guitar and case), and walked up the front steps. He nervously rang the door bell, the total silence of the outside freaking him out.

[ApplePieistan]

8:00 P.M.

Everyone was interrupted by a loud frantic knocking at the door.
It was loud and rattled the entire door from the knob to the glass window.
Mark had just returned from downstairs with a flashlight when the banging started, causing him to jump.
He straightened himself immediately however, and walked bravely to the door, he waved his hand behind him, ordering everyone to be ready.
He slowly grabbed the knob, turned it, then jerked the door opened.

Standing there was a tall, broad man with a black fur jacket, buckskin clothing, with a big beard and a large rifle slung over his shoulder.
He gave Mark a hard shove backwards making him stumble and stepped inside the doorway, he then slammed the door hard.
"Who the-?!"Mark started.
The grizzly man un-shouldered his rifle and spoke loudly to the large room of young adults.
His voice was scratchy and low,"Now listen, everyone just calm down and listen to me.Gather around here in a group."
When no one complied he pulled back the blot on the rifle making a sharp chik-chik and snarled out,"I said gather here!Around the sofa!"

Jimmy immediately sat on the sofa at looked at the man, giving him his undivided attention. He kept his mouth shut, hoping the man would say something important, like "I'm a mechanic and I'll fix the power."

[The Mystery Bard]

The man looked around at everyone to ensure he had their attention.
He then spoke.
"Alright, now I don't have much time to explain, so you kids had all better listen carefully and listen closely.This lodge and all of you in it are in danger."

Mark spoke indignantly,"From who?Davy Crockett of Alaska?"

The old man cut a dark glance at Mark making him instantly back down.

The bearded old man continued,"This cabin is being stalked.Not by bears or wolves or me, but by The Cannibal."

"The who?"Asked Mark.

The old man continued,"There's a dark spirit that inhabits this mountain called the Tartok.An ancient and evil spirit that the Alaskan natives have feared for centuries.The Tartok preys upon the weak minded, the skitzos, the drug heads, and whatnot.In it's wraith like form it is weak and vulnerable.It can only hunt at night and all light can destroy it from the sun so bright to a flashlight.It needs a human body to host it so it may venture into the light to feast upon the flesh of living humans, so that it's host may remain strong and the body can live for centuries as long as it has prey to hunt and feast upon.Im sure all of you know the story of the logger foreman back in the seventies who feasted on his comrades and friends to survive.He fled into the mountains to escape the backlash and the police.Well between what he had done and how long he'd been isolated he was already practically insane, an easy target for the Tartok.This possessed sawmill foreman has been known for over thirties years now as The Cannibal.Well I'm here to inform you all it's not a story and this damned lodge is literally not even two miles from that godforsaken mountain.Ive been tracking that damned thing for twenty years now ever since I found my son late one night dead outside my house torn to pieces and feasted upon like road kill.Hes been through here I know, he killed a husky dog I had used as bait and when I was tracking him to his pair to cast him into hell I came upon your lodge.Now let's just say Ive been late before, too late to stop the Cannibal from claiming another victim.This time I've got the jump on him.So what I need is all if your help to secure this cabin and I need everyone to arm themselves with something.Wether it's a sledgehammer or a shotgun, everyone needs a weapon.Do you all understand me?Because make no mistake, this is no belayed New Years prank in fun, this is a life or death situation.So we all need to work together."

[Xanama]

feared for centuries.The Tartok preys upon the weak minded, the skitzos, the drug heads, and whatnot.In it's wraith like form it is weak and vulnerable.It can only hunt at night and all light can destroy it from the sun so bright to a flashlight.It needs a human body to host it so it may venture into the light to feast upon the flesh of living humans, so that it's host may remain strong and the body can live for centuries as long as it has prey to hunt and feast upon.Im sure all of you know the story of the logger foreman back in the seventies who feasted on his comrades and friends to survive.He fled into the mountains to escape the backlash and the police.Well between what he had done and how long he'd been isolated he was already practically insane, an easy target for the Tartok.This possessed sawmill foreman has been known for over thirties years now as The Cannibal.Well I'm here to inform you all it's not a story and this damned lodge is literally not even two miles from that godforsaken mountain.Ive been tracking that damned thing for twenty years now ever since I found my son late one night dead outside my house torn to pieces and feasted upon like road kill.Hes been through here I know, he killed a husky dog I had used as bait and when I was tracking him to his pair to cast him into hell I came upon your lodge.Now let's just say Ive been late before, too late to stop the Cannibal from claiming another victim.This time I've got the jump on him.So what I need is all if your help to secure this cabin and I need everyone to arm themselves with something.Wether it's a sledgehammer or a shotgun, everyone needs a weapon.Do you all understand me?Because make no mistake, this is no belayed New Years prank in fun, this is a life or death situation.So we all need to work together."

"Erm.. sir, I'm a Schizophrenic and a stoner, does that mean i would be a target, a 'High priority' target or something of the sort? Also, we have weapons and flashlights, so we're fine on that front, but another thing is... Why help us? why would you care enough to come here and tll us about this?"

[The Mystery Bard]

feared for centuries.The Tartok preys upon the weak minded, the skitzos, the drug heads, and whatnot.In it's wraith like form it is weak and vulnerable.It can only hunt at night and all light can destroy it from the sun so bright to a flashlight.It needs a human body to host it so it may venture into the light to feast upon the flesh of living humans, so that it's host may remain strong and the body can live for centuries as long as it has prey to hunt and feast upon.Im sure all of you know the story of the logger foreman back in the seventies who feasted on his comrades and friends to survive.He fled into the mountains to escape the backlash and the police.Well between what he had done and how long he'd been isolated he was already practically insane, an easy target for the Tartok.This possessed sawmill foreman has been known for over thirties years now as The Cannibal.Well I'm here to inform you all it's not a story and this damned lodge is literally not even two miles from that godforsaken mountain.Ive been tracking that damned thing for twenty years now ever since I found my son late one night dead outside my house torn to pieces and feasted upon like road kill.Hes been through here I know, he killed a husky dog I had used as bait and when I was tracking him to his pair to cast him into hell I came upon your lodge.Now let's just say Ive been late before, too late to stop the Cannibal from claiming another victim.This time I've got the jump on him.So what I need is all if your help to secure this cabin and I need everyone to arm themselves with something.Wether it's a sledgehammer or a shotgun, everyone needs a weapon.Do you all understand me?Because make no mistake, this is no belayed New Years prank in fun, this is a life or death situation.So we all need to work together."

"Erm.. sir, I'm a Schizophrenic and a stoner, does that mean i would be a target, a 'High priority' target or something of the sort? Also, we have weapons and flashlights, so we're fine on that front, but another thing is... Why help us? why would you care enough to come here and tll us about this?"

The grizzly old woodsman's faced turned hard,"Yes and no.The Tartok can only possess one entity at a time, meaning that once The Cannibal's body is destroyed the Tartok will be released, and it would undoubtedly then reach for you.Possession takes several hours or days even according to Inupiad legend, but even so, once it crawls into your head it immediately begins to drive you insane slowly and effectively until your weak enough to possess.Meaning the only option for us to keep everyone here alive is to imprison the accursed thing.Sometging an entire native tribe was never able to do through a whole of thousands of years.Still though, there's a first time for everything.As for why I'm helping you is simple;your innocent kids on a vacation, and I've seen enough deaths at The Cannibals hands to tell you even the most evil man on earth doesn't deserve what that monster has done for the last thirty years."

[Xanama]

"Erm.. sir, I'm a Schizophrenic and a stoner, does that mean i would be a target, a 'High priority' target or something of the sort? Also, we have weapons and flashlights, so we're fine on that front, but another thing is... Why help us? why would you care enough to come here and tll us about this?"

The grizzly old woodsman's faced turned hard,"Yes and no.The Tartok can only possess one entity at a time, meaning that once The Cannibal's body is destroyed the Tartok will be released, and it would undoubtedly then reach for you.Possession takes several hours or days even according to Inupiad legend, but even so, once it crawls into your head it immediately begins to drive you insane slowly and effectively until your weak enough to possess.Meaning the only option for us to keep everyone here alive is to imprison the accursed thing.Sometging an entire native tribe was never able to do through a whole of thousands of years.Still though, there's a first time for everything.As for why I'm helping you is simple;your innocent kids on a vacation, and I've seen enough deaths at The Cannibals hands to tell you even the most evil man on earth doesn't deserve what that monster has done for the last thirty years."

"...Fuck..." she was left in shock, thinking of what this thing could do, though she knew she couldn't, it's power maybe, no most definately is unimagenable "Well... What should we do first?" Kat sighed, thinking this was a fun trip but it turned into a nightmare. a voice in her head yelled "YOU'RE THE CANNIBAL! YOU SHOULD DIE NOW!" "Aghg!" She fell to the floor as if she had been shot "My... head... Agh.. help me!" she writhed in agony, her whole body ached and she felt like she was being torn apart, limb from limb

[The Mystery Bard]

Northern Alaska
Theme

The perpetual darkness engulfing the car, save for the headlights and the slight glimmer of the radio, made Daniel fell slightly threatened. Under the January night sky, nothing moved, an absolute lack of motion. Nothing for miles around thought Daniel. Nobody for miles around. The only sound other than the quiet hum of the engine, were the tormenting guitar tone and the haunting vocals of King Diamond. Not even the wind would rustle the trees or grass. With nothing in sight at the moment, Daniel couldn't help but think more about how creepy the current situation was. No Wonder all these fucking psychopaths live in the middle of nowhere, because there's nobody out here to hear you die! Shut Up! Daniel argued with himself. Let's change the music. He thought. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. Once reaching a straight enough road, Daniel reached down and removed the current CD from the drive, Abigail.

As he put Abigail back in it's case, he took a quick glance at the part of his collection he had brought with him. Oh, great he thought, as he saw Scream Bloody Gore, Severed Survival, and Nightfall. He took Nightfall, however almost dropped the case, as a sudden voice had alarmed him.

"Turn right in 1 mile" exclaimed the GPS machine. Oh Shit! He picked up the CD quickly and then got back to paying attention to the road. Moments later, he turned in to go up the hill to the house. As he reached the house, he got his small inventory of stuff (A backpack, and his guitar and case), and walked up the front steps. He nervously rang the door bell, the total silence of the outside freaking him out.

The old man flatly said aloud,"Get off the crack, its your imagination, I just said the Tartok can only possess one entity at a time, that current entity being our psychopathic logger friend."


On hearing the doorbell the old woodsman pointed to Mark.
"Answer the door."
Mark nervously nodded and hurried to the door, the old man stepped into the far corner and ducked down, he aimed the scope of his rifle at the left side of the door where it would open up at, he nodded to Mark who nervously nodded and slowly pulled open the door, peering around the side of it and was greeted by an unfamiliar face.
On seeing the stranger he spoke,"Who are you, can I help you?"

[Luft]

Victoria listened closely as the man told his story. She was ready to cry but she held it in. The guy seemed absolutely bonkers and she half worried he'd shoot someone if she made a peep. Finally, he finished his rant.

"Um...I don't have either of those...just the flash on my phone," she spoke nervously, on the edge of tears, as the girl who had let her in mentioned having both flashlights and weapons. "Is there anywhere safe I can change? I'm not even supposed to be here." She needed to get into warmer clothes in case they had to escape. She also needed to try and call for help away from the mountain man's sight. Her grandparent's cabin couldn't be too far away and she knew they were friends with an Alaskan State Trooper. Either the man was right and they were in danger, or he was a lunatic, and they were still in danger. The doorbell had rang somewhere in his speech, but she didn't dare answer it. Victoria was in shock as to how much her life had turned into a horror story. It was all she could think about as she waited for a reply.

Suddenly, the woman Victoria was asking fell to the floor and appeared to be seizing. She panicked as she stood up and shimmied out of the way. Victoria sat on the floor against one of the room's interior walls and sobbed quietly as one of the men went to answer the door. What's happening?!

[Slaveokia]

The grizzly old woodsman's faced turned hard,"Yes and no.The Tartok can only possess one entity at a time, meaning that once The Cannibal's body is destroyed the Tartok will be released, and it would undoubtedly then reach for you.Possession takes several hours or days even according to Inupiad legend, but even so, once it crawls into your head it immediately begins to drive you insane slowly and effectively until your weak enough to possess.Meaning the only option for us to keep everyone here alive is to imprison the accursed thing.Sometging an entire native tribe was never able to do through a whole of thousands of years.Still though, there's a first time for everything.As for why I'm helping you is simple;your innocent kids on a vacation, and I've seen enough deaths at The Cannibals hands to tell you even the most evil man on earth doesn't deserve what that monster has done for the last thirty years."

"...Fuck..." she was left in shock, thinking of what this thing could do, though she knew she couldn't, it's power maybe, no most definately is unimagenable "Well... What should we do first?" Kat sighed, thinking this was a fun trip but it turned into a nightmare. a voice in her head yelled "YOU'RE THE CANNIBAL! YOU SHOULD DIE NOW!" "Aghg!" She fell to the floor as if she had been shot "My... head... Agh.. help me!" she writhed in agony, her whole body ached and she felt like she was being torn apart, limb from limb

"You'll be alright..." Said Henry while he tried to help her up from the ground.

[Kwadai]

Samir Valiyev

Samir who was glued to one spot on the sofa the entire time glanced across to the girl he was talking to a few moments ago (Chelsea) with a look of somewhere between shock and fear written across his face. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world to be told that you were going to be eaten by some human-possessing ancient spirit unless you took up arms, he didn't even know how to properly use a gun, let alone a crossbow..and what was worse, they had no idea if this rifle man could even be trusted.

He sharply turned his head to the right when another knock sounded on the door. Samir held as breath tightly as Mark moved to open the door.

[Canis Rex]

Jos now held his place against a wall, mental gears turning with the situation. He didn't really understand how much of it could even be possible, but it would apparently take possible violence to solve. He had never needed a gun against someone, being as physically gifted as he was allowed him to handle problems without resorting to weapons, but his father owned a pistol and had shown him how to use it. Rifles and shotguns meant for hunting were entirely strange to him though. He hoped Mark had a handgun somewhere and actually liked the hunter's suggestion of a sledgehammer or similar weapon. He would feel better with something he could put some strength behind. His begins looking around the room for anything useful.

[New Antonalia]

Charlie waited in the dark for what seemed like an eternity, convinced that his doom was at hand. "Jesus, maybe he didn't hear me?" He thought to himself as huddled in the corner like a frightened child. "Maybe he was too preoccupied with the people downstairs to even notice it or dismissed it as something falling in the room." Liking the conclusion he came to, Charlie continued his search for duct tape, and soon found some. "Alright, just gotta jury-rig this light to the gun and I'm golden." He thought as he wrapped the duct tape around the stock, barrel and flashlight. "Good. Time to be the hero." He said reluctantly as he crept out of the room, freezing every time the house creaked or groaned.

[The Mystery Bard]

Charlie waited in the dark for what seemed like an eternity, convinced that his doom was at hand. "Jesus, maybe he didn't hear me?" He thought to himself as huddled in the corner like a frightened child. "Maybe he was too preoccupied with the people downstairs to even notice it or dismissed it as something falling in the room." Liking the conclusion he came to, Charlie continued his search for duct tape, and soon found some. "Alright, just gotta jury-rig this light to the gun and I'm golden." He thought as he wrapped the duct tape around the stock, barrel and flashlight. "Good. Time to be the hero." He said reluctantly as he crept out of the room, freezing every time the house creaked or groaned.

The old man heard the slight movement upstairs for just a moment, he called out loudly,"Who's up there?If your thinking of sneaking up on somebody your not doing a very good job.Come on down!"
He raised his gun up to a ready position, awaiting whoever it was.
"Come on down or I'm coming up."He called out.

[New Antonalia]

Charlie waited in the dark for what seemed like an eternity, convinced that his doom was at hand. "Jesus, maybe he didn't hear me?" He thought to himself as huddled in the corner like a frightened child. "Maybe he was too preoccupied with the people downstairs to even notice it or dismissed it as something falling in the room." Liking the conclusion he came to, Charlie continued his search for duct tape, and soon found some. "Alright, just gotta jury-rig this light to the gun and I'm golden." He thought as he wrapped the duct tape around the stock, barrel and flashlight. "Good. Time to be the hero." He said reluctantly as he crept out of the room, freezing every time the house creaked or groaned.

The old man heard the slight movement upstairs for just a moment, he called out loudly,"Who's up there?If your thinking of sneaking up on somebody your not doing a very good job.Come on down!"
He raised his gun up to a ready position, awaiting whoever it was.
"Come on down or I'm coming up."He called out.

"Shit." Charlie thought as he froze. "It would be better for him to come to me, I have the high ground and I can use the flashlight to blind him." "Well then you'd better be prepared to shoot me, because I'm not coming down unless you leave!" He retreated into the trophy room and barricaded himself in the far left corner, using the gun cabinets as hard cover, and taking aim at the slightly closed doorway.

[The Mystery Bard]

The old man heard the slight movement upstairs for just a moment, he called out loudly,"Who's up there?If your thinking of sneaking up on somebody your not doing a very good job.Come on down!"
He raised his gun up to a ready position, awaiting whoever it was.
"Come on down or I'm coming up."He called out.

"Shit." Charlie thought as he froze. "It would be better for him to come to me, I have the high ground and I can use the flashlight to blind him." "Well then you'd better be prepared to shoot me, because I'm not coming down unless you leave!" He retreated into the trophy room and barricaded himself in the far left corner, using the gun cabinets as hard cover, and taking aim at the slightly closed doorway.

The old man hissed aloud,"Dammit kid come on down!Im not your enemy here, its the thing outside that you've gotta worry about!Now get down here and listen to me!"

A loud crashing sound came from below, from the basement.
The old man cursed under his breath and stated to the group,"Get him down here, Im going to go see what the hell that was."
He hurried across the room and yanked open the basement door, he raised his gun and slowly descended down into the dark basement, pulling his NV Goggles down over his eyes as he did.

[Xanama]

Kat woke up, on the floor as she had fell asleep there after she heard the voice, "Damn... why does this keep happening..." She stood up and went to see if she could make coffee for herself, "last night was weird..." She then remembered what she said to Alice and sighed "I'm an idiot "

[Torrocca]

"Okay... what... the fuck... was that?!" Alice said, making simple hand motions to emphasize her words as the old man left. "A demonic cannibal?! How... how long did he say he's been up here?" She continued, pointing her flashlight around the room. Ben looks around at the others, saying, "well... if he's not actually lying, then I suppose we ought to heed his advice." "Or knock him out and tie him up!" Alice retorted in disbelief.

[Xanama]

"Okay... what... the fuck... was that?!" Alice said, making simple hand motions to emphasize her words as the old man left. "A demonic cannibal?! How... how long did he say he's been up here?" She continued, pointing her flashlight around the room. Ben looks around at the others, saying, "well... if he's not actually lying, then I suppose we ought to heed his advice." "Or knock him out and tie him up!" Alice retorted in disbelief.

"We don't know who it's in, and it can transfer to other people, with what he said and I hate to say this, it may be in me..."

[Kwadai]

"Okay... what... the fuck... was that?!" Alice said, making simple hand motions to emphasize her words as the old man left. "A demonic cannibal?! How... how long did he say he's been up here?" She continued, pointing her flashlight around the room. Ben looks around at the others, saying, "well... if he's not actually lying, then I suppose we ought to heed his advice." "Or knock him out and tie him up!" Alice retorted in disbelief.

Samir Valiyev

Samir listened to what Ben and Alice had to say. "But that's the thing how are we meant to know if he's lying or not? For all we know he could be trying to trap us in here!", he said while nodding in agreement to Ben had stated, but being careful to keep his voice low. His own comment startled him, but Samir did his best to put all images of the old gun wielding man being a cannibal to the back of his mind. "What's this about taking up arms as well? I've never even used a real gun before!".

[ApplePieistan]

"Okay... what... the fuck... was that?!" Alice said, making simple hand motions to emphasize her words as the old man left. "A demonic cannibal?! How... how long did he say he's been up here?" She continued, pointing her flashlight around the room. Ben looks around at the others, saying, "well... if he's not actually lying, then I suppose we ought to heed his advice." "Or knock him out and tie him up!" Alice retorted in disbelief.

"We don't know who it's in, and it can transfer to other people, with what he said and I hate to say this, it may be in me..."

Jimmy quickly latches to the conclusion that Kat is the cannibal and aims his rifle at Kat, saying "Well we can't have you over here eating people, can we? Any last words?"

[Xanama]

"We don't know who it's in, and it can transfer to other people, with what he said and I hate to say this, it may be in me..."

Jimmy quickly latches to the conclusion that Kat is the cannibal and aims his rifle at Kat, saying "Well we can't have you over here eating people, can we? Any last words?"

"Fuck!" She put her hands up "I never said I was! Don't shoot!" She yelled

[ApplePieistan]

Jimmy quickly latches to the conclusion that Kat is the cannibal and aims his rifle at Kat, saying "Well we can't have you over here eating people, can we? Any last words?"

"Fuck!" She put her hands up "I never said I was! Don't shoot!" She yelled

Jimmy shouts "You said it was in you! Why should I not shoot someone that says something like that?"

[Torrocca]

"Fuck!" She put her hands up "I never said I was! Don't shoot!" She yelled

Jimmy shouts "You said it was in you! Why should I not shoot someone that says something like that?"

Alice pointed her flashlight into Jimmy's eyes, shouting back, "she didn't say it was! She only said it might be!" Ben steps forward, saying, "beside that, if what the old man said was true, then the cannibal's out there!" "Or the old man's trying to trick us," Alice replied. "Well... maybe," Ben replied, stopping as his sister said, "I don't believe any of what he said, really. It's just... illogical."

[Xanama]

"Fuck!" She put her hands up "I never said I was! Don't shoot!" She yelled

Jimmy shouts "You said it was in you! Why should I not shoot someone that says something like that?"

She nodded at what Alice said "I never said it was... plese... just don't shoot me..." She looked as if she was about to cry "i..."

[ApplePieistan]

Jimmy shouts "You said it was in you! Why should I not shoot someone that says something like that?"

She nodded at what Alice said "I never said it was... plese... just don't shoot me..." She looked as if she was about to cry "i..."

Reluctantly, Jimmy lowers his gun. "Fine. But I've got my eye on you. Don't think your chewin' off anyone's arms on my watch."