The Preserve, Thursday. Dusk.

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Jason was there.

Jason was lurking.

	Buster was lost. He was cold and congested and just lost. He didn't know how this could get much worse.
	It was about to get much worse. Jason dragged his machete across the bark of a tree as he stepped out, standing ten feet in front of Buster.
	Buster yelped and stopped in his tracks. "...GOB? Is that you?"
	Jason tilted his head. That wasn't the sort of reaction he was expecting.
	Buster figured if it was GOB he would have called him a wuss and punched him in the chest by now. Buster laughed nervously and took a few steps back. "I'm...I'm just going to be going the other way now." he said. "Just going to back track..."
	Jason couldn't let that happen. He stepped forward, quickly, raising his knife.
	"Aaaaaaah!" screamed Buster. He backpedaled and ended up falling on his ass.
	Jason stomped forward and swung his machete towards Buster, hard.
	Buster threw up a hand in order to save himself. Thankfully it was the fake one.
	Jason tilted his head when he sliced off Buster's fake hand. He felt a strange compulsion to ask Buster to join him on the dark side... That wasn't what usually happened.
	"Aaaaaaa! MY HAND! MY HAND!" screamed Buster. Nope, still hasn't gotten that was his fake hand. "Oh the humanity!""
	Jason bent over and picked up the fake hand. He held it, totally confused.
	Buster stared up at the hand in horror. "Oh god...I'm getting lightheaded. Lost...too much...blood!" Buster hadn't lost any blood at all. Buster's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out cold on the ground.
	Jason dropped the hand on top of Buster and just walked away. That was too weird.

[ooc: Preplayed with the lovely motherboy_bluth. No IC interaction available, but OOC comments are welcome and encouraged.]