Victim: Alicia Henderson
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: See pic, she's a halfbreed of an Elven woman and a Human warrior
Personality: Cool, but with a slightly naughty bent. She idolizes her father, and desperately wants his approval as an equal, so she decided to join her local militia as a scout. She craves combat in order to "prove" herself.




Joyce had to take a piss break, really badly.
She had been driving along the stretch of highway for at least 5 hours, and had yet to see another person, or even sign of human habitation. Her rental car had gotten scorching hot under the August noon sun, and the two bottles of water and Big Gulp from the last gas station she had stopped at had combined into one about to burst bladder. She sighed with relief as she spotted a lonely little restroom by the side of the road. A sign (pocked with bullet holes) next to the restroom stated that "Next Gas Station: 130 miles".

She pulled over to the side, and stepped out. The dry heat temporarily took her breath, and sight. She walked to the restroom, and stepped in, sighing as the shade enveloped her from the sun. Joyce scurried over into the ladies room, and quickly set about to relieve herself.


30,000 feet in the air, Second Lieutenant Stenbridge shifted in his seat. She desperately needed to relieve herself. "Chugging down that water bottle before flight was a mistake" she thought to herself, as another pocket of turbulence hit her F-16C. She cringed, and tried to adjust her catheter. Just then, another pocket of hot rising air juggled her aircraft, and Stenbridge let go, splashing her flight suit with urine. She recoiled in shock, accidentally brushing the Master Arm switch, before her hand squeezed the stick, selecting weapon station 2, and releasing one (1) CBU-87 Combined Effects Munition. She stared at the MFD indicating the release of the weapon from the pylon, and realized she had Fucked Up. She consoled herself with the knowledge that she had at least released the cluster bomb over the range, and not over a population center.

The bomb dropped, spinning on its central axis as it fell.
At 1200 feet, it broke apart, releasing the 202 BLU-97/B submunitions. Each submunition deployed its decelerator, and wafted down over a 40x60 square foot area. This area just so happened to cover the abandoned highway rest station, rental car, and the 19 year old girl relieving herself.

Joyce barely had time to finish her tinkle, before pieces of white hot shrapnel from the steel fragmentation cases of dozens of submunitions speared through the restroom ceiling and her soft teenage body. Her lower torso basically vanished, torn apart near instantaneously, leaving only her long slender legs standing. Her upper torso and head were (depending on your point of view) miraculously spared from damage, and carried forth by gravity and the force of the impacts, fell face first into the piss trench. Joyce managed to stay conscious as she moaned in shock, blood pouring from her nose and mouth. She managed to pull herself around, and had begun to crawl forward over her toppled legs. She was in denial. "Oh god oh god oh god", she thought in a panic, as blood pooled around her body, staining her dress crimson. Each drag forward tugged her vital organs further into the open, leaving a trail of guts and viscera behind her. She almost made it outside before her wildly beating heart finally gave up.