Blood Moon

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It was supposed to be a normal night. [[How could things spiral to shit so quickly?]]

They took you when you were filling your car up at the gas station. You should have been more careful. You should have stopped at a different gas station. You should have filled your car up the day before. But then you remember people don’t get kidnapped because they aren’t careful, they get kidnapped because kidnappers decide to [[bloody kidnap them.]]

Now you are angry. But the change in emotions doesn’t change the fact that you are still tied up in the back seat of a pick up truck in the middle of bumble fuck nowhere. Your kidnappers decided it was a wonderful idea to veer off the main road and drive a mile into the woods before suddenly stopping and getting out the truck. [[That was an hour ago.]]

You don’t hear any signs of them returning and the doors are unlocked. This could be your only chance to hightail it out of here. Granted, you have no idea where here is, but it’s better than waiting it out in the truck. [[Get out of the truck]]

Thankfully your kidnappers decided to tie your hands in the front, not the back so opening the door and getting out was easy. From the looks of it, it must be 10:00 or something with how pitch black everything is. You can only see about ten feet ahead of you and that’s thanks to the lights that were still on in the truck. You listen closely for any sign of your kidnappers, but all you hear are the forest critters, the gentle sway of the trees, and the warm hum from the truck. You have two options: go left towards the main road or go right. Sure that’s where your kidnappers went, but with any luck you’ll be able to snatch the keys from them and drive yourself out of here. [[Go Left]] [[Go Right]]

What were you thinking? Why are you even entertaining the idea of wasting your time looking for car keys? By the time you found the keys you could be at the main road flagging down a car to take you home. Now, if only you had a flashlight to see [[where you’re going.]]

You inwardly cursed at yourself and your situation. Yeah, sure you could be making good progress by walking to the main road instead, but then you’ll flag down a car and hitch a ride. You are not ready to put your trust in strangers again just yet. //To be continued//

After walking for some time, you hear hushed whispers nearby and they’re coming closer. You hide in a bush next to you. You hear bickering and a group of footsteps crunching on dead leaves. “... I’m telling you it’s just your imagination.” “I know what I heard.” A group of five men and women come into your view. You hold your breath. If you can see them in this darkness, that means they have to be at most [[three feet away from you.]]

“Come on, dude. While we’re here chasing after something you supposedly heard, the prey the others have caught is probably halfway to the main road by now.” Prey? What are they talking about? Are you the prey? “Now let’s go. Our patron is getting hungrier by the second.” One of the group members snarls and breaks off from the main group. “And where are you going?” “Back to the cabin to group up with the others. [[Perhaps they’ll appreciate my help more than your ungrateful asses.”]]

Your mind is reeling and your heart is pounding in your chest. You’re not one to make base assumptions, but something tells you that you’re the prey and have something to do with this hungry patron. Maybe to feed it? Are they going to sacrifice you to it? Is this some sort of demon cult and you’re going to be sacrificed? //Dammit, dammit, dammit!// [[It was supposed to be a normal night. How could things spiral to shit so quickly?]]

Okay focus, focus, focus. Just because you are going to be a sacrifice to Satan or something doesn’t mean your life is over yet. You can still get out of this. You survey your surroundings. The group of four is heading toward the main road and there is one walking in the direction of the cabin. [[Attack the lone cultist]] [[Attack the group of cultists (You’re going to die, it might as well be on your terms)]]

One of the cultists stabs you in the stomach. You gasp as the air gets knocked out of your lungs and blood drenches your shirt. You crumble to the ground, hearing the cultists chanting, gathering your still warm blood in small ceramic bowls. You slowly but surely die in the middle of nowhere hearing the same phrase over and over again. "Blood for the blood gods..." "Blood for the blood gods..." [[Try Again|Play Game]]

You look at your still binded hands. Okay, maybe taking on one lone cultist trying to hunt you down is probably better than taking on a group of four culists trying to hunt you down. Once the cultists are far enough away, you finally release the breath you’ve been holding. 1……. After brushing your hands through the foliage, you pick up a sharpened stick. 2……… You slowly follow the lone cultist through the bushes and knee-high grass. Your body is stiff. Your teeth and mouth are clamped shut. You hear nothing but the cultist’s dejected footsteps. 3……… The group of the other four culists must be long gone by now. You pass by the pick up truck and can tell that the loner is heading in the direction of where your kidnappers went. 4……. It’s now or never. You use all of your bodily strength to launch yourself from behind the cultist, stabbing him in the side with your sharpened stick. He yelps and falls to the ground. You straddle his back, wretch the stick from his side, and stab him again, this time in the back. The cultist screams, but you don’t stop. 5…….. You stab him again and again and again and again. The cultist is dead and the air reeks of blood, but you don’t stop. Your pants are becoming unbearably sticky, but you don’t stop. It’s not until you lose grip of the stick that you finally [[come back to your senses.]]

You looked at the scene before you. [[You notice a piece of parchment in the cultist’s pocket]] [[You notice a ceramic bowl]] [[You notice a knife on the cultist’s belt]]

(if: $readParchment is false)[“Fill the bowl of liquid of life when the moon is high and the stars are bright Offer it to the lord of time So be it So be it” What the fuck does that mean?? (set: $readParchment to true)] [[You notice a ceramic bowl]] [[You notice a knife on the cultist’s belt]] (if: $hasCeramicBowl is true)[(goto: "Parchment and Bowl")]

(if: $hasCeramicBowl is false)[You take the ceramic bowl.(set: $hasCeramicBowl to true)] [[You notice a piece of parchment in the cultist’s pocket]] [[You notice a knife on the cultist’s belt]] (if: $readParchment is true)[(goto: "Parchment and Bowl")]

(if: $hasKnife is false)[You take the knife. (set: $hasKnife to true)] [[You notice a piece of parchment in the cultist’s pocket]] [[You notice a ceramic bowl]]

{(set: $hasKnife to false) (set: $hasCeramicBowl to false) (set: $readParchment to false) (set: $hasBloodyCeramicBowl to false) (set: $readUnholyBible to false)}

So wait, do I have to fill the bowl with blood and feed it to this patron? [[Follow the instructions]] [[Hell no!]]

Well you already killed someone. You might as well go all the way. Besides they kidnapped you, it would be the epitome of karmic justice if you manage to get in their patron’s good graces before they do. [[You haphazardly gather as much blood as you can in the small ceramic bowl.]] (set: $hasBloodyCeramicBowl to true) (set: $hasCeramicBowl to false)

This is insane! All of this is insane! You killed somebody! And that was already too much for you, and now this parchment is telling you to do some demon ritual? No. Hell no! You have to get out of here. Far away from here. [[You run. Run as fast as you can for as far as your legs can carry you.|Newspaper]]

Now, the next order of business is to find out how to summon this demon… patron… thing. You decide the best bet is to head in the direction of where the cultist was heading. Your heart races as the pick up truck once again disappears from your view. You hold on tightly to the small bowl of blood in your hands. [[You walk.]]

(if: $hasKnife is true)[“Two bodies were discovered near Old Alton Bridge. One was discovered near an abandoned pick up truck and another was found near the outskirts of the woods. The bodies were wearing the uniforms of the Goatman Cult, a group of demon worshipers who make monthly sacrifices to the Goatman.”] (if: $hasKnife is false)[“Two bodies were discovered near Old Alton Bridge. One was discovered near an abandoned pick up truck and another was found near the outskirts of the woods. The first body was wearing the uniform of the Goatman Cult, a group of demon worshipers who make monthly sacrifices to the Goatman. The second body was dressed as a civilian and was completely drained of blood.”] [[Try Agian |Play Game]]

Until you see a clearing in the distance. There is a campsite with a campervan parked at the edge, a small, dying fire, and a cabin. Perfect! You also recognize your kidnappers and more cultists chanting to the small fire as if their prayers will keep the sparks from dying. Not perfect! You crouch behind the bushes and examine the area. You could sneak into the cabin or the camper van. [[Go to the Cabin]] [[Go to the camper van]]

The cultists were already distracted by their chanting, so sneaking into the cabin wasn’t that difficult. [[You see a large book on the table.]]

The cultists were already distracted by their chanting, so sneaking into the camper van wasn’t that difficult. //to be continued...//

//to be continued...//