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Memory Regain 10
From: Handless Faith's Exploration Game on Day 352
Form: A thin silver chain, which will wrap itself around your wrist (or equivalent) when you try to take the memory. Get someone else to pull the chain off of you, and you'll receive the memory, while they experience a faint echo of it. One use.
Shareable: N/A
Memory
Trivial Positive
He was holding the boathook like a lance. Like he really was a knight. Hopefully Drake had noticed. (Plague, p132-134)
Excerpt:
The two boats raced toward each other. Six seconds to impact. Sam’s mind was racing. Drake would know he was bluffing. Drake didn’t fear an impact, he would know Sam was bluffing and he would expect Sam to suddenly veer aside. Four seconds to impact.
“Jack!” Sam yelled. “Up on the bow!”
“What?”
“Do it!” Sam bellowed. Jack sprang straight from the stern to the bow. He was holding the boathook like a lance. Like he really was a knight. Hopefully Drake had noticed. One second.
“Now, throw it!” Sam shouted.
Jack threw it with all his desperate, supernatural strength. Sam had not expected the boathook to impale Drake— and it didn’t. But even an unkillable killer had instincts, and Drake instinctively dropped to let the boathook fly harmlessly over his head. Sam had already twisted the wheel. They blew past Drake’s boat, spraying it with their bow wave and taking a drenching spray in return.
Dekka grinned at Toto. “See, this is what makes Sam, Sam.” It took a furious Drake ten seconds to turn his boat and come after Sam. The bugs were even slower to catch on. Now they were racing back along the shore, but neither Drake nor the bugs would get to the marina before Sam.
“Okay,” Sam yelled over the throb of the engines. “Toto, when we get there you pump like crazy, right? I’ll show you how. But Drake will be on us quick and he may try again to ram us, so Jack? You and Dekka be ready.”
“Ready to do what?”
“Hang on!” Sam yelled. He aimed the boat for the dock, threw it into reverse, the water boiled, the engine roared, and the boat scraped harshly to a stop by the gas pump. Sam grabbed Toto and shoved him bodily up onto the dock.
“Dekka! Tie us off.” He unlimbered the hand pump, thrust the nozzle into the gas tank and physically placed Toto’s hands on the pump. “Up and down, up and down, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Sam ran to the end of the dock. Drake was roaring down on them. Sam glanced left, right, looking for what he needed. A low-slung sailboat. That would do.
“Dekka! Float that boat!” Dekka raised her hands and the boat rose from the water, dripping all over them, tilting to one side so that for a moment Sam was afraid it would roll over and smash its mast down on their heads.
“Okay, Jack. You missed with the boathook. Try this!”
Jack had to skirt Dekka’s field, and for a second he lost his footing and almost fell into the water. Sam grabbed his hand and hauled him upright. Jack backed up twenty feet, took a deep breath, and ran straight at the boat that now hovered over the end of the dock. Sam had the pleasure of seeing the sudden realization dawn in Drake’s eyes. Jack rushed forward, jumped, and hit the stern of the sailboat. The boat flew, twisting crazily through the air. Not far, just twenty or thirty feet before it exploded into flames as Sam aimed and fired. The boat fell, hit the water, and Drake’s boat smashed into it at full speed. Both boats shattered, flaming wood splinters flew, bits of metal railing and big pieces of the engine spiraled and landed like shrapnel all around them. Toto cried out in pain. His hip had been hit and he was bleeding and screaming and not pumping any longer.
“Jack! Pump! Dekka, get Toto.”
Sam dropped back into his boat and began snatching up and tossing out bits of flaming debris.
“Be dead, be dead,” Sam muttered under his breath.
A sudden sound and Sam felt a burning pain. A red lash mark appeared on his arm. Drake was holding the dock with his real arm, whip hand drawn back to strike again. Sam fired. Missed. Bought two seconds as Drake sank beneath the disturbed water. He shot a look up the shore. The racing creatures pelted through the parking lot, swarmed over and around the cars, would be on them in seconds. Now or never.
“Enough! Back in the boat!”
No one needed to be told twice. Toto and Jack were first in. Dekka stumbled as she ran, slapped her belly, and for a moment Sam thought something had hit her. Drake was up and his whip hand found Jack. Jack howled and grabbed at the tentacle but missed. Sam gunned the engine. But he had forgotten the rope. The boat roared, shot forward, and snapped the cleat off the dock. The resistance was enough to yank the boat around. It smashed into another parked boat and sent everyone tumbling. By the time Sam cleared his head, Drake had his hand on the gunwale and his whip hand was flailing madly into the boat, striking Jack again and Toto. Sam threw the boat into reverse, pushed the throttle, twisted the wheel, and ground Drake between boat and dock. Then he changed gears and roared off, leaving Drake cursing in the water as the bugs raced down the dock, their mandibles slashing at the air. Sam drove to the middle of the lake and killed the engine. The gas gauge showed a hair over a quarter tank. Enough for now. But at the cost of Toto screaming in pain.
“It’s bad,” Dekka reported. “But he’ll live.” She lifted Toto’s shirt to show Sam a nasty gash. “Jack, see if there’s a first aid kit aboard.”
Sam sagged, very tired now. “You okay?” he asked Dekka. She didn’t answer.
He looked more closely at her. “Dekka?”
She looked sick. She bit her lip. “I am sorry to add to your problems, boss,” she said. Then she raised her own shirt and Sam saw the tiny mouthparts poking through her flesh.
The light died and night fell as the boat rocked on the gentle waves.
Breakdown/What this means:
-tba...
Form: A thin silver chain, which will wrap itself around your wrist (or equivalent) when you try to take the memory. Get someone else to pull the chain off of you, and you'll receive the memory, while they experience a faint echo of it. One use.
Shareable: N/A
Memory
Trivial Positive
He was holding the boathook like a lance. Like he really was a knight. Hopefully Drake had noticed. (Plague, p132-134)
Excerpt:
The two boats raced toward each other. Six seconds to impact. Sam’s mind was racing. Drake would know he was bluffing. Drake didn’t fear an impact, he would know Sam was bluffing and he would expect Sam to suddenly veer aside. Four seconds to impact.
“Jack!” Sam yelled. “Up on the bow!”
“What?”
“Do it!” Sam bellowed. Jack sprang straight from the stern to the bow. He was holding the boathook like a lance. Like he really was a knight. Hopefully Drake had noticed. One second.
“Now, throw it!” Sam shouted.
Jack threw it with all his desperate, supernatural strength. Sam had not expected the boathook to impale Drake— and it didn’t. But even an unkillable killer had instincts, and Drake instinctively dropped to let the boathook fly harmlessly over his head. Sam had already twisted the wheel. They blew past Drake’s boat, spraying it with their bow wave and taking a drenching spray in return.
Dekka grinned at Toto. “See, this is what makes Sam, Sam.” It took a furious Drake ten seconds to turn his boat and come after Sam. The bugs were even slower to catch on. Now they were racing back along the shore, but neither Drake nor the bugs would get to the marina before Sam.
“Okay,” Sam yelled over the throb of the engines. “Toto, when we get there you pump like crazy, right? I’ll show you how. But Drake will be on us quick and he may try again to ram us, so Jack? You and Dekka be ready.”
“Ready to do what?”
“Hang on!” Sam yelled. He aimed the boat for the dock, threw it into reverse, the water boiled, the engine roared, and the boat scraped harshly to a stop by the gas pump. Sam grabbed Toto and shoved him bodily up onto the dock.
“Dekka! Tie us off.” He unlimbered the hand pump, thrust the nozzle into the gas tank and physically placed Toto’s hands on the pump. “Up and down, up and down, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Sam ran to the end of the dock. Drake was roaring down on them. Sam glanced left, right, looking for what he needed. A low-slung sailboat. That would do.
“Dekka! Float that boat!” Dekka raised her hands and the boat rose from the water, dripping all over them, tilting to one side so that for a moment Sam was afraid it would roll over and smash its mast down on their heads.
“Okay, Jack. You missed with the boathook. Try this!”
Jack had to skirt Dekka’s field, and for a second he lost his footing and almost fell into the water. Sam grabbed his hand and hauled him upright. Jack backed up twenty feet, took a deep breath, and ran straight at the boat that now hovered over the end of the dock. Sam had the pleasure of seeing the sudden realization dawn in Drake’s eyes. Jack rushed forward, jumped, and hit the stern of the sailboat. The boat flew, twisting crazily through the air. Not far, just twenty or thirty feet before it exploded into flames as Sam aimed and fired. The boat fell, hit the water, and Drake’s boat smashed into it at full speed. Both boats shattered, flaming wood splinters flew, bits of metal railing and big pieces of the engine spiraled and landed like shrapnel all around them. Toto cried out in pain. His hip had been hit and he was bleeding and screaming and not pumping any longer.
“Jack! Pump! Dekka, get Toto.”
Sam dropped back into his boat and began snatching up and tossing out bits of flaming debris.
“Be dead, be dead,” Sam muttered under his breath.
A sudden sound and Sam felt a burning pain. A red lash mark appeared on his arm. Drake was holding the dock with his real arm, whip hand drawn back to strike again. Sam fired. Missed. Bought two seconds as Drake sank beneath the disturbed water. He shot a look up the shore. The racing creatures pelted through the parking lot, swarmed over and around the cars, would be on them in seconds. Now or never.
“Enough! Back in the boat!”
No one needed to be told twice. Toto and Jack were first in. Dekka stumbled as she ran, slapped her belly, and for a moment Sam thought something had hit her. Drake was up and his whip hand found Jack. Jack howled and grabbed at the tentacle but missed. Sam gunned the engine. But he had forgotten the rope. The boat roared, shot forward, and snapped the cleat off the dock. The resistance was enough to yank the boat around. It smashed into another parked boat and sent everyone tumbling. By the time Sam cleared his head, Drake had his hand on the gunwale and his whip hand was flailing madly into the boat, striking Jack again and Toto. Sam threw the boat into reverse, pushed the throttle, twisted the wheel, and ground Drake between boat and dock. Then he changed gears and roared off, leaving Drake cursing in the water as the bugs raced down the dock, their mandibles slashing at the air. Sam drove to the middle of the lake and killed the engine. The gas gauge showed a hair over a quarter tank. Enough for now. But at the cost of Toto screaming in pain.
“It’s bad,” Dekka reported. “But he’ll live.” She lifted Toto’s shirt to show Sam a nasty gash. “Jack, see if there’s a first aid kit aboard.”
Sam sagged, very tired now. “You okay?” he asked Dekka. She didn’t answer.
He looked more closely at her. “Dekka?”
She looked sick. She bit her lip. “I am sorry to add to your problems, boss,” she said. Then she raised her own shirt and Sam saw the tiny mouthparts poking through her flesh.
The light died and night fell as the boat rocked on the gentle waves.
Breakdown/What this means:
-tba...