Leaving Limbo [Concluded]

[Askthepizzaguy]

I have a good feeling about this.

[scottishranger]

Youv doomed us all!

[Montmorency]

Well, at least Zack is still here.

[LazyMcCrow]

Night Four is over - Write Up to follow

[LazyMcCrow]

Write-Up delayed. I have a sick wife and small child to look after. I doubt I'll get a chance to squeeze it in today, so will probably be later this evening. Thanks for your patience

[Jarema]

Wish her good health!

[LazyMcCrow]

Wish her good health!

Thanks man - just a stomach bug, but a nasty one.

NIGHT FOUR

Set at the edge of the campground against the inner wall, a tumbledown shack propped itself - half-heartedly contributing to the structure of the camp. Its walls held up; more by force of habit and an exhuberant beard of moss, than through proficient carpentry: The shack was home to the Cursed Child tasked with the duty of operating the huge model spider which hung over the entrance to the Western Gate. The spider creaked and swung in the wind like a harmless giant puppet, but it's heavy limbs could be sent crashing earthbound by a simple set of cogs and gears and operation of a lever. Not many of the tribe enjoyed the solitary post and the delapidated building was mainly occupied by the cursed child who had come to be known as Daveshack, who now stood and shivered with the mixture of cold and adrenalin - his eyes flitting between shadows as he searched for any sign of threat.

Even so - Daveshack was unprepared for the stealth with which his predator approached, but he was so keyed up with fear and survival instinct that when the figure behind him spoke, 'You can't stop it happening Dave' - his legs began beating a path away from his post, and the voice, and out of the camp into the night - almost before his brain instructed them to do so.

As quickly as Daveshack ran, his speed could not prevent the shallow stab of a spear lifting a diamond of flesh from his back, baring the white bone of his shoulder blade to the breeze. Daveshack yelped but kept his footing and did not pause as he pounded even faster away.
The ground slid from under him as he hit a steep slope of scree and he half ran - half fell into a warren of moss covered rocks and dark overhangs.

Holding his arms out in front of his face, Daveshack felt the slap of ancient creepers and the rake of branches as he thundered onward, but the sharp breathing of his pursuer seemed as steady as the foot falls that followed him.

Bouncing from the edge of the gully Dave stumbled and then found himself hanging in the air - his limbs windmilling helplessly as he tumbled through the dark - the breath knocked suddenly from his body and a sickening crunching sound as his ankle struck the rocky ground. Above him he heard the footsteps of his pursuer halt and then step forward... forward to the edge of the hole down which Daveshack had plummeted.

'Oh you don't want to be down there Daveshack... I've seen what lives down there' the voice of his tormentor hissed down at him.

Daveshack heard himself sobbing, but fought to lift himself onto his remaining working leg and began to hobble forward.

All about him was black. The pitch dark that made the small circle of wooded night above him almost gleam by comparison. shuffling on his hands and foot and dragging the splintered mess of his other, Daveshack clawed desperately away from the hole - searching for a way - some passage that might lead him to safety. His hands became tangled in what felt like dusty thread, and as Dave collapsed to the floor he felt himself stuck to it - immobilized by some cloying material which seemed to coat the floor of the cave into which the boy had fallen.

A skittering noise immediately in front of Dave caused his heart to take a sudden beat in reverse. Dave strained his neck in order to look up into the velvet blackness in front of his eyes. Then pale glowing circles began to pop into being before him, as the dread spider opened its own eyes to inspect its latest prey.

The beast filled the space before the prostrate Daveshack - a huge sack of guts and goassamer, suspended in the night atop its eight fearsome legs. Each limb folded and moved in three sections and each of those measured ten feet or more, ending at deftly cruel spikes - but this, of course, was lost on poor Daveshack and he remained blind to the horror that loomed before him in the dark.

With invisibly quick and gentle movements, Dave was plucked from the ground by the Spider's forelimbs and he quickly lost consciousness as the beast began to spin him about in the air - thick, pungent cords of web attached to a thin strong mesh which clung to him as if he'd been taped up in rubbish sacks.

The child who had pursued him glimpsed Daveshack - now coated completely in a cocoon of web - being attached to the ceiling of the spiders' lair, and smirked before leaping to his feet and running back through the night to the camp.

When morning came there would be no sign of Daveshack, and the Tribe would be one step closer to destruction.

IT IS NOW DAY FIVE - PLEASE REMEMBER TO VOTE! THERE WILL BE STRICT PENALTIES FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT. Day will end in approximately 36 - 48 hours.

ALIVE

Visorslash
Subotan
Neri
BSmith
Seon
Scottishranger
Zack
Askthepizzaguy

DEAD
Arjos (Killed Night Zero)
landlubber (Lynched Day One)
Classical Hero (Killed Night One)
Ishmael (Killed Night One)
Chaotix (Lynched Day Two)
Jarema (Killed Night Two)
Montmorency (Lynched Day Three)
Atheotes (Killed Night Three)
DaveShack (Killed Night Four)