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May 15, 2012, 07:32 AM
Let's agree on some rules first here:p...make your posts in such a way, that people can eat while reading them, but if you decide not to do that, then use spoiler tags please. Because you know, general forum rules still apply even in the Playgroud. Now the theme of this game shouldn't be aggressiveness or gore, but also inventiveness and cunning.
This is the thread where you can vent your real life frustrations, and your ending patience in waiting for the next chapter:p
PS: I'm curious if anti-Raki posts will dip below 80%:derp
May 17, 2012, 07:33 PM
Clare cuts off priscilla's head and thus ends her life long journey of revenge and is finally at peace.
May 23, 2012, 01:56 AM
Cassandra pierces roxannes chest and then eats her fa- oh wait that really happened! :derp
May 28, 2012, 03:05 AM
After the Organization's overthrow the warriors had assembled in Rabona. Clarice and Miata were at watch duty as Nina came to change shifts with them.
Spoiler due to gore, by the way.
"Look, look, who have we got there? The little Colorhead from the north. How did a weakling like you survive?" she provokingly said with an evil grin in her face.
Clarice's face distorted and turned a slight bit red due to the provocation, but she kept her calmness.
Miata, who was holding her foster-mother's hand made a step towards Nina and turned her face towards hers. "Are you picking on Mama?" she asked Nina.
Rule #1: Never pick on a mentally unstable Claymore's "mother".
The latter made some steps towards Miata and bent herself forwards to arrogantly ask: "And what if, shorty?"
Rule #2: Never call a mentally unstable Claymore "shorty".
Miata then was gently but emphatically pushed her index and second finger into a dumbfounded Nina's mound to get a good grip of Nina's under jaw.
"No saying bad things anymore," Miata calmly sated and in a fast movement of her right hand ripped Nina's under jaw off. The latter held the wound in her face and screamed and cried in sheer agony.
"Oh my god, Miata!" Clarice shouted, but was unable to react. She was completely stunned due to the shock.
Rule #3: Never make a mentally unstable Claymore that is able to rip your jaw off barehanded mad.
Nina was still overwhelmed by the pain she felt. Her blood was running out of her face like a water... er, bloodfall.
Tears started to run down Clarice's face due to the scene she saw. Tears that were lethally misinterpreted by Miata.
Rule #4: Never make a mentally unstable Claymore's mama cry. Even if it isn't your fault.
In an instant Miata had tackled Nina to the ground. Now the former was mounted on top of the latter. Miata's left hand shoved Nina's head into the ground, nearly making it burst. Miata's right hand was raised menacingly. Her eyes shone in a deadly golden color. With a voice that rivaled that of any Yoma, Awakened Being, wild beast or mother-in-law she growled at her utterly helpless victim: "NO MORE MAKING MAMA CRY!"
With the last word Miata's right hand dove into the chest of a whimpering, sobbing and shivering Nina to get a firm grip of her breastbone. Blood splattered all around as Miata ripped the bone that she had just gotten a hold of out of Nina's body - and therefore her chest open. Her hearth as well as both lungs were hurt in the process. In just a few seconds she was reduced from a living creature to a dying pile of flesh and bones.
Rule #5: Never make a mentally unstable author's mama favorite character cry. Even if it's the author's fault.
Miata threw the breastbone away, arose and faced her Clarice. Her whole bodysuit and her right hand were read, even her face and hair were soaked in Nina's blood.
Clarice could not even cry. Tears were running down her cheeks in a steady flow, she was on her knees, not moving a single muscle. For a moment she wasn't even able to breath. Until Miata hugged her, that was.
"It's okay, mama," she said with the gentlest of voices, "no more bullying you."
Suddenly Clarice regained her senses. All she could do was cry and press Miata against her chest to find at least a bit of comfort. What she had seen that day she would never be able to forget.
This way the two of them spent hours. The only one to occasionally talk was Miata, telling her mother that everything was fine.
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