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| - Murder of Crows is a Vigor in BioShock Infinite that gives control over groups of crows. Casting the Vigor sends out a swarm (or 'murder', hence the name) of crows that will attack all enemies in front of the player, momentarily distracting them and dealing continuous minor damage. Charging the Vigor will deploy a crow trap at the target location for twice the Salts cost which, upon detonation, will send out crows to attack every enemy in a wide radius. Murder of Crows is ineffective against all automatons, Zealots of the Lady and the Siren.
- __NOEDITSECTION__ File:Nav bar left.png Murder of Crows File:Nav bar right.png File:Item Card Gold.png Murder of Crows File:Murder of Crows.jpg File:Item Border Gold.png File:Legendary Gem.png File:Battle Icon 2.png 15 File:Trade Icon 2.png 15 File:Intrigue Icon 2.png 15 Legendary File:Sealbar-gold.png File:Seal Lock Icon.png +4% more File:Silver Icon.png reward from Adventures, Permanent A group of crows, of single mind and purpose
- Ab und zu machte John „Johnny B.“ Berger und seine Gang den Park in der Stadt, in der sie lebten unsicher. Sie waren eine Gruppe von pubertierenden 15 bis 17 Jährigen die es liebte gegen das Gesetz zu verstoßen. Ob im Park einfach den Müll zu hinterlassen, mit Sprühdosen etwas an die Kioske zu malen, oder ab und zu einmal eine Parkbank in Brand zu stecken war für die Gruppe, die aus fünf Leuten bestand, völlig normal.
- Thunder grew up on a Nez Perce reservation in Idaho with his younger brother Eagle. They were the grandchildren of a chief, and their parents were both tribal police officers who encouraged their boys to “walk with the law,” keeping the moral high-ground and refusing to give in to negativity and vice. The brothers studied hard in school and were gifted athletes. Thunder was built like a mountain and played football, while Eagle was a wrestler and amateur boxer.
- Mercy and compassion they have but naught, For they are optimally pleased when suffering is wrought. These beasts bask in the flames of Hell's deepest fires, Feared even by Satan, they feed only their desires. When late at night, under the moon, Their sight prophesizes that death will come soon. See them you will, but try as you might, You cannot escape once within their sight. They will circle in flight above where you loom, Messengers of evil; heralds of doom. The beasts descending, once on nigh, Will release their detestable cry. File:Creepypasta Reading - Murder of Crows by Dubiousdugong
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| - Murder of Crows is a Vigor in BioShock Infinite that gives control over groups of crows. Casting the Vigor sends out a swarm (or 'murder', hence the name) of crows that will attack all enemies in front of the player, momentarily distracting them and dealing continuous minor damage. Charging the Vigor will deploy a crow trap at the target location for twice the Salts cost which, upon detonation, will send out crows to attack every enemy in a wide radius. Murder of Crows is ineffective against all automatons, Zealots of the Lady and the Siren.
- Mercy and compassion they have but naught, For they are optimally pleased when suffering is wrought. These beasts bask in the flames of Hell's deepest fires, Feared even by Satan, they feed only their desires. When late at night, under the moon, Their sight prophesizes that death will come soon. See them you will, but try as you might, You cannot escape once within their sight. They will circle in flight above where you loom, Messengers of evil; heralds of doom. The beasts descending, once on nigh, Will release their detestable cry. They will peck at you from your head, down to your toes, They will peck out your eyes, your ears and your nose. Once your vision is gone, and you begin to bleed, The birds will hasten in sating their need. Beaks as sharp as razor blades, Will tear your skin, as your life force fades. Your intestines, once bunched, will begin to pour; But as painful as it seems, there is still more. Some will fly away with pieces of your heart, While others finish tearing you apart. Too dead to feel, you will begin to realize, That they have no heart, but cold, dead eyes. As the last of your body rots, and the midnight bells toll, They will unanimously destroy your soul. Left as a shell, you can only roam, To watch the earth pass by in its spirited loam. Though you have been shackled, and are now in despair, You can no longer warn those who dare, To go past the valley of death, where the garden grows, Where they might stumble upon a murder of crows. File:Creepypasta Reading - Murder of Crows by Dubiousdugong
- Ab und zu machte John „Johnny B.“ Berger und seine Gang den Park in der Stadt, in der sie lebten unsicher. Sie waren eine Gruppe von pubertierenden 15 bis 17 Jährigen die es liebte gegen das Gesetz zu verstoßen. Ob im Park einfach den Müll zu hinterlassen, mit Sprühdosen etwas an die Kioske zu malen, oder ab und zu einmal eine Parkbank in Brand zu stecken war für die Gruppe, die aus fünf Leuten bestand, völlig normal. Wenn es etwas gab das die Gang störte, dann waren das die Krähen die sich hier versammelten. Anders als in anderen Parkanlagen wo sich Tauben und andere Vögel tummelten, war dieser Park durch und durch von diesen schwarzen Vögeln besetzt. Ob auf den Bäumen sitzend, auf dem Boden pickend oder aber herumfliegend, sie waren überall in diesem Park, und das hassten sie. Natürlich versuchte man die Krähen zu verscheuchen, doch egal wie sehr man sich auch bemühte, sie kamen immer wieder zurück, oder flogen gar nicht erst weg. Das lag vermutlich daran, dass in der Mitte des Parks ein Mann auf einem bestimmten Baumstumpf saß, und das jeden Tag, um jede Zeit, egal wie kalt oder wie heiß es war. John konnte sich nicht erinnern, wann er diese Gestalt nicht dort sitzen sah. Der Mann war bleich, alt, groß, hatte zerzauste, lange dunkle Haare und rabenschwarze Augen. Das ausfälligste an ihm war sein Anzug. Dieser war weiß, doch sobald der Alte eine Krähenfeder fand steckte er diese in sein Gewand. Kaum waren mehr weiße Stellen zu erkennen. John und seine Gruppe nannten ihn spöttisch „Crows“. Doch egal wie oft sie ihn verhöhnten, er sagte kein Wort und drehte sich nicht einmal nach ihnen um. Vor allem sein Grinsen ließ John wahnsinnig werden. Heute riss John und seiner Gang endgültig der Geduldsfaden, und sie gingen zu dem alten Mann hin. „He, Alter“, kam es von John. Keine Reaktion von Crows. John stand direkt vor dem alten Mann, seine Gruppe direkt hinter ihnen. „Du weist wohl nicht wen du vor dir hast, was?“ kam es von einem von Johns Leuten. Wieder gab Crows keine Antwort. „Deine Scheiß-Krähen stören uns in diesem Park, der gehört uns, uns, und nicht denen, und diese verkackten Viecher sammeln sich um dich alten Sack, also zieh Leine sonst wird’s ungemütlich für dich...“ Der alte Mann zeigte sich unbeeindruckt und begann leise zu sprechen. „Krähen, Krähen sind sehr intelligente Tiere, sie können untereinander kommunizieren, können Rätsel lösen, haben für Vögel ein ausgesprochenes großes Hirn, aber vor allem“, er stoppte kurz ab: „Sie erkennen wer ihnen gutes und wer ihnen schlechtes tut, das merken sie sich ein Leben lang, und teilen es auch anderen Krähen mit.“. Kurz schwieg er, bis er noch leise sagte „… und sie merken sich wer ihnen Leid zufügt.“ Das reichte John und seiner Bande, sie zerrten Crows von seinem Baumstumpf und begannen auf ihn einzuschlagen. Während der ganzen Zeit, in der der alte Mann von der Bande Schmerzen zugefügt wurde, sprach er kein Wort, selbst als es um seine Augen dunkel wurde, ein letztes Mal atmete und sein Körper schlussendlich erschlaffte. Die Bande lachte den toten Mann noch für kurze Zeit aus, sagten zu sich wie dumm, wie dämlich, wie eingebildet er doch war, machten Krähenlaute um den Toten noch mehr zu schikanieren, auch wenn er es gar nicht mehr bemerkte. Und während sie so von dem Park abzogen, machten sie sich Gedanken, was sie jetzt in der nächstbesten Bar trinken gehen würden. Doch soweit kamen sie nicht mehr. Um zirka 7:45 fand ein Müllmann die Truppe. Sie lagen da, alle von der Gang, ihre Mäuler aufgerissen, wie als hätten sie, bevor ihr Tod eintrat, geschrien. Die Augen waren komplett ausgehöhlt worden, und sie wurden geziert von Wunden, die wie Pickstellen aussahen. Unterhalb der Körper war ein Satz in Federn von Krähen gelegt worden: „Murder of Crows“. Kategorie:Artikel ohne Bilder Kategorie:Kurz Kategorie:Mord Kategorie:Tod Kategorie:Kreaturen Kategorie:Objekte
- Thunder grew up on a Nez Perce reservation in Idaho with his younger brother Eagle. They were the grandchildren of a chief, and their parents were both tribal police officers who encouraged their boys to “walk with the law,” keeping the moral high-ground and refusing to give in to negativity and vice. The brothers studied hard in school and were gifted athletes. Thunder was built like a mountain and played football, while Eagle was a wrestler and amateur boxer. When Thunder was a teenager he went on a vision quest in the wilderness to seek his weyekin or spirit guide that would help bridge the gap between our world and the Spirit World. A great storm came as he sat upon a mountaintop, bolts of lightning striking all round him. His spirit guide came to him at that moment. Thunder saw a flock of crows appear from nowhere, and one of them—a great black bird—spoke to him in his native language. It told him that he would fight an evil monster one day, and that he must begin training in earnest with the traditional weapon of Native Americans—the tomahawk. He became obsessed with keeping his heritage alive after that, studying the Nez Perce language, folklore and even traditional medicine with the elders of his tribe, his goal to one day become a teacher at the local Indian college. Eagle went on his own vision quest a few years later. He would never tell Thunder what he saw, but soon after he discovered his weyekin he started training to become an ultimate fighter with an almost religious fervor. When Thunder and Eagle were in their late twenties, their parents were killed under mysterious circumstances. The couple was gunned down outside an Ultratech facility near the reservation—a factory that had been fined repeatedly for polluting the native land. The FBI blamed their deaths on drug dealers, but Thunder and Eagle knew better. The brothers started trying to build a case against Ultratech, which they suspected was behind the murders. But all of their efforts were thwarted by the powerful megacorp. In a desperate attempt to infiltrate Ultratech, Eagle—now a skilled amateur fighter—entered the first Killer Instinct tournament. Ultratech claimed that the young man was killed in a match, but they refused to return the corpse to Thunder and his tribe for burial. In a fit of blind rage Thunder drove his car through the gates of the local Ultratech plant. He jumped out of his car and fought the security guards who’d surrounded him, putting a dozen of them in the hospital. He was caught by the tribal police and incarcerated, screaming that he would “Burn Ultratech to the ground.” The charges against him were quickly dropped by Ultratech and he was released from jail. That night the Ultratech facility was set on fire by an arsonist and it was completely destroyed, along with any answers about his parents’ death that might be hidden there. Thunder knew that he was being framed for the fire and fled the reservation on his motorcycle. He was on the run for nearly a year. Finally he went into the high desert mountains near a place called Devil’s Landing and did another vision quest, starving himself for a week. A powerful vision came to him and he saw a metal eagle in the sky, calling out his Nez Perce name “Hinmatoon.” When he awoke, Thunder painted himself with the black design of the eagle on his shoulders, then set out for the second Killer Instinct tournament. Here, during one of the fights, he came face to face with the mechanical being called Fulgore—the newest version of Ultratech’s battle cyborg. Thunder’s gut told him that this mechanical aberration was fighting with the same style as his brother Eagle. He wondered if they had somehow extracted Eagle’s consciousness, but he was not able to prove whether or not this was true. Furthermore he was unable to recover the remains of his brother, and so he continued on what he called the “Path of the Eagle,” vowing to find answers or death. Thunder’s path led him to a confrontation with Aganos—an ancient war golem who was under the sway of Ultratech. Thunder could sense the conflict inside the creature. He went into a fury, summoning the power of his weyekin and channeling a bolt of lightning, destroying the technology controlling the golem, and thus setting him free. Instantly a strange kinship and telekinetic bond was forged between the two. They embarked on a dual quest: track down Aganos’s enemy—the evil sorcerer Kan-Ra; and break into Ultratech’s labs to search for Eagle’s remains. Little does Thunder know that he may be forced to ally himself with his hated enemy—Ultratech—in order to face an even more sinister force that threatens both our planet and other dimensions. The path to truth and justice will be wrought with the corpses of new and more powerful foes, but Thunder does not wish for his new allies to share in this fate. He must train and improve his tribe’s most devastating technique, the Sammamish, as the loss of new friends could be too great for his wounded heart to bear.
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