You and me both. I have a habit of maiming people so they have just enough energy to flee. I slowly, calmly walk behind them, secure in the knowledge that no matter how far they run, they can't escape. I toy with them, taking additional potshots and intentionally missing. Tripping them up with the lasso, just to watch them struggle to keep up their futile attempt at escape. I stalk them for hours, killing them only when I get bored, and even then, I usually don't simply end the chase. I like to take these broken, battered souls with my lasso, hogtying them and riding off to dump them somewhere amusing. Sometimes its the side of a mountain. Sometimes a slow, clear creek, not even shallow enough even to cover them before it drowns them. Other times I take my victim just to the edges of town, releasing them to renewed hope of survival. Then I put one last round through their mangled flesh just as they reach the streets.Gralian said:
There are of course, the accidents.
People who die before the game can begin.
The ones who bleed to death, collapsing not far from where the chase begins.
The ones who hide behind rocks and succumb to a rattlesnake's venom.
The ones that Nature takes from me enrage me. I must them slaughter and skin every animal I find in the area. I slash and burn, harvesting everything nature has to offer before moving on.
Then I return home, to my loving wife and son, as a renowned man of honor and virtue. They never even saw my face...
Also, Prototype.
Just Prototype.
