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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:51 pm
A Y M E T [::] P R E S I D E N T (( If you have any questions, comments, concerns, or just want to shoot the breeze, feel free to talk to Aymet! Just quote me (iizbot) to get my attention! ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 4:26 pm
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT AYMET
Aymet is a dracolich, at the very mature age of four. Ambitious and adventurous, he doesn't know the meaning of quitting. Though he's not the smartest, strongest, or best-looking, he has enough affability to very nearly make up for it.
If elected student council president, Aymet would work to ensure that Amityville is a welcoming environment to all students, especially newcomers. Aymet believes that friends are your greatest allies in a fight, and your closest confidants all the rest of the time. Everything from field trips to secret adventures have proven that together, Amityville students can achieve more by working together than they ever could on their own. Therefore, cultivating a stronger sense of unity and community among students is his top priority.
As an avid gamer and D&H dungeonmaster, Aymet has plenty of experience planning adventures for all kinds of people, and accomodating even the strangest of characters. He's been along on many class and schoolwide trips. Aymet never sleeps, so he is always available at any hour of the day or night to anyone that might need him. He brings with him a long list of potential ideas for future events ranging from peer mentoring to a science fair to competitions of skill to school spirit activities. A vote for him is a vote for fun!
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 12:50 am
FREE STUFF [::] YOUREFRESHMENTSAymet offers an assortment of refreshments to anyone parched from a day of running from booth to booth. A small handwritten placard sits in front of each batch of drinks: Poisonberry Boba Rot Beer Blood & Orange Soda CAMPAIGN SWAGOh look, it's a Classy T-shirt!
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 12:51 am
WHEEL OF MORTEMRound and round and round it goes...The Wheel of Mortem is a pretty simple, standard carnival game. Aymet's wheel appears to be handmade, even, each of the 10 sections almost imperceptibly a different weird size, to the point that once it starts spinning you really have no idea which one it'll stop on. At the end of the day, all tokens leftover from the BEHIND THE BOOTH game are raffled off as the Wheel of Mortem prizes. And if you don't get into the raffle, no worries! You can still walk away with this certified authentic Real Fake Phylactery. It's really fake! Even if you have won tokens in the other game, you can still win again through this game! But you can only spin the wheel once a day. Well, it can't hurt, can it...? THE RULES IT'S PRETTY SIMPLE. Once a day (resets at midnight PST) you can play this game! Step 1: Roll ONE 10-SIDED DIE and add this code to your post! [size=18][color=cyan]I'VE GOT A FROZEN TICKET![/color]
[/size] Step 2: Include at least a little bit of RP in your post! - If your roll was EVEN, you will be entered into the TOKEN RAFFLE. You will be quote-notified if you win in the raffle! - If your roll was ODD, you are now the proud owner of a Real Fake Phylactery! Maybe you can trade it in at the tart booth for something?
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 11:38 pm
BEHIND THE BOOTHOut back behind the booth, there seems to be a problem with the free drinks production. Aymet is running frantically through a makeshift outdoor kitchen full of drink mixing vats with what looked like the world's largest cookbook. "Come on, it's called Rot Beer, how do you know it isn't supposed to --" The dracolich was answered by a series of retching sounds over by the base of the trees. At your approach he puts the book down at the nearest counter and runs up to take your hand in his pungent, sticky claws. "I NEED YOUR HELP! Something's wrong with my Rot Beer recipe and I can't seem to make it right at all. Shiloh's been like that for five hours! And I can't taste anything, literally, I have no sense of taste. I just thought I could make drinks to give out, because does it really matter what goes into a drink--?" The sound from the trees was briefly broken up by objections and obscenities. You could just barely see Aymet's brows furrow at the criticism of his cooking skills. This whole experience is obviously overwhelming you, he realizes. He explains, briefly: "Oh, that's just Shiloh, he's my taste tester..." "... Was my taste tester." One more pleading glance your way. "So... can I borrow you for a few minutes?" THE RULES IT'S PRETTY SIMPLE. Once a day (resets at midnight PST) you can play this game! Step 1: Cut a hole in a box Roll ONE 100-SIDED DIE.Step 2: Match your roll to the possible winnings on the list + include at least a little bit of RP in your post! Step 3: Claim winnings - or drown your sorrows in a complimentary mug of Rot Beer if you didn't sad 1-20 - You figure you can save yourself some extra time by throwing everything together in one step and mixing it all up. But it seems like the harder you mix, the heavier the mixture gets. When you finally stop you discover the entire thing has taken on the consistency of pudding. Edible, maybe. Drinkable, not really. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME.21-35 - Your soda-making experience is pretty mild. You dip a spoon in to taste-test, and hear a fizzle. The wooden spoon comes back up halfway burned away - it's just like the Rot Beer you know and love! Aymet gets back to arguing with Shiloh, but not before handing you a TIER 3 PRIZE!36-55 - Just as you go to add the last ingredient, the entire mixture turns a very worrying shade of radioactive pink and starts frothing madly. Next thing you know, you're sent flying by a tidal wave of foam. Aymet is impressed - but Shiloh is not. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME.56-65 - Under your culinary 'expertise', the entire vat of the Rot Beer has managed to gain sentience! Before the Abominable Soda can get on the loose, however, you quickly douse it in the nearest thing to hand - a giant bag of sugar! When the sugary dust clears, all that is left is a perfectly concocted drink. Maybe you'll pass on the free sample... but you'll keep the TIER 2 PRIZE!66-80 - Your mind wanders as you pour in the bubbly water. With a loud BANG, the concoction phase-changes into a gas. After slamming a lid on top, you watch as the entire vat slowly floats up into the sky. While Aymet chases after it, nobody notices you pocket a TIER 3 PRIZE!80-95 - When Aymet isn't watching, you decide to have fun and make your own drink instead. It's got to be better than Rot Beer. Anything is better than Rot Beer. NAME YOUR DRINK IN BOLD RED to get 1 TOKEN!96-100 - WOW! You could probably have mixed that drink with your eyes closed! Though both Aymet and Shiloh really, really don't recommend it... Regardless, for your valiant culinary efforts, Aymet sends you off with a TIER 1 PRIZE!
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 11:52 pm
THE PRIZE CORNERDo you feel lucky?COUPLE NOTES: - Every evening or so I will be confirming prizes and sending them out. Please edit in the prize redeeming code at the bottom of your winning post so that I can see you won! - Frostbrood Levathia is the only SE of mine I don't feel comfortable with other people making an IC pet or RPing in the minis guild, so please respect my wishes and keep it confined to the minis site only. For all the others, do whatever the heck you want RP-wise! - You're always welcome to downsize to the next tier down from your prize tier! But you just can't go up (IE if you win a tier 2 you can get a tier 3 prize instead, but you can't get a tier 1 prize). - Fafnir, Destroyer, and Ququmatz all have an alt. I can't guarantee which one you'll get. - Do not sell or trade my SEs. You will be caught really fast and it will just be embarrassing for you. - ALL NON-SE PRIZES SUBJECT TO CHANGE BASED ON AVAILABILITY. PLEASE CHECK THE POSTS ABOVE YOURS BEFORE YOU ROLL TO SEE WHAT IS STILL AVAILABLE. TIER 3
TIER 2TIER 1 TO REDEEM A MINIPET PRIZE: [b][color=olive]OMG OMG I WON A MINIPET[/color][/b]
MINIPET USERNAME:
TIER:
CHOICE:
TO REDEEM A TOKEN PRIZE: [b][color=violet]OMG OMG I WON TOKENS[/color][/b]
# OF TOKENS:
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Scyerline rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 12:58 am
I'VE GOT A FROZEN TICKET!
Bea was there and played your game but the stupid thing stopped on a section she didn't want. "Bah!" she grunted in disappointment. Bea just doesn't seem to have much luck in these chance games. She hated it.
"You there, A-mit," squinting her eyes to ready Aymet's name on the banner, "I don't like your--" then she spotted a refreshing looking drink on the table. "Poisonberry Boba?" she grinned with delight. So much for being angry. She took a cup and enjoyed taking long sips on the thick straw.
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Marushii rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:12 am
I'VE GOT A FROZEN TICKET!
One booth in particular made Merope stop and stare. "No way. He didn't." Oh, but he did. Merope stared at Aymet's booth. He looked around for his former roommate and, failing that, he shrugged and spun the wheel.
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keiifuu rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:17 am
I'VE GOT A FROZEN TICKET!
The first new booth in awhile, Senga paused to scrutinize the exterior before carefully stepping forward from the crowd. Whether or not Jay and Iyari followed behind was up to them; the wolf wasn't about to tug them anywhere against their will (unlike a certain jabberjay that had dragged him here in the first place.) The first game that he found was just a wheel that seemed almost mesmerizing when it was spun.
Or maybe that was just Senga's slight obsession with skulls taking hold.
Nevertheless, the horseman stalked forward when no one else seemed interested in spinning it, running his fingers over the edge before giving it a sharp tug that spent it whirling ridiculously fast. "Oh." He blinked, watching it go round and round. Perhaps so much force was not, ah, really that necessary. Oh well.
Watching it land on a seemingly unimportant section, Senga stepped back and glanced over at his sister. For now, the two seemed to be rather burnt out, though how long that lasted before they sparked rivalry was for only time to tell.
"Your turn."
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Marushii rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:18 am
Sounds from behind Aymet's booth caught Merope's attention. A quick peek around it revealed where someone was. It wasn't until Aymet grabbed his hands that Merope recognized him. "Whoah! Aymet, is that seriously you?" Merope stared, shaking the dracolich off. "You look... uh... Different. With your face off to one side and everything. You know?" Merope gestured in front of his own face, indicating the skull that was now decorating Aymet's shoulder instead of his face.
Merope looked uncertainly over towards the various vats before approaching one. "I... sorta have a taste? But I don't think I'll have much success either..." He trailed off, grabbing ingredients at random and chucking them into a vat.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:29 am
Was a drink supposed to bubble and froth like that? Merope stared as the rot beer turned varying colors before settling on a radioactive pink. And the frothing. The frothing. Merope didn't know better to take a step back. Instead, he simply stared as the vat exploded in a vast tidal wave of foam, sending him out and flying out and away from the booth.
Faintly, if someone listened close enough under the hissing and frothing of the now overly-carbonated beverage it sounded like Merope was going "OH YEAHHHHHH!"
Or maybe it was a scream of terror. Who knew?
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kuumeii rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:30 am
I'VE GOT A FROZEN TICKET!
He knew she was there. If any skill she could commend Senga on was the ability to sense if he had been followed or not. A newer looking booth had sprouted up with what seemed to reek of some political struggle. Something which the soldier would have little knowledge about.
The wheel drew her attention as they drew closer and she had nearly forgotten the original reason for coming this way. Skill games had not gone the way she had planned and for anyone who had paid attention to the pair of siblings would have realized they placed a certain strain in their already rivaling ways.
Spinning a wheel couldn't bring that out, could it?
Iyari had been wrong before, but she ignored the words and gripped the wheel on her own, spinning it with a quick thrust of her arm. The clicking of the wheel slowed and she smiled as it seemed to land where she had intended.
"Heh." It was a light laugh, but she was sure Senga understood its meaning as she had made it for many years now.
"Now what would you like to do?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:31 am
Aymet leaned out over the counter of the booth, his skeleton tail wagging ever so slightly behind him. "Hey, I've seen you around before - Bea, right? You're running for PR." He had a momentary realization he was talking to a girl, and a pretty cute dead-looking girl at that, which prompted him to suddenly misplace a large portion of his language skills. "I, uh, like your booth."
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keiifuu rolled 1 100-sided dice:
64
Total: 64 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:39 am
Senga ruffled his wings quietly as his sister took her own turn spinning the skull decorated wheel, tilting his head to the side as it slowed to a section in her favor. "Well done." He told her simply, stretching out one tawny wing in mild restlessness. He was glad that this place boasted no skill games; the siblings seemed at their wits end when it came to competing. A few more, and they'd be a spectacle of their own in the middle of the whole festival, wings, fists and all.
"We can try the other game here before moving on." He responded, gesturing to Aymet, who seemed flustered while something shouted and objected in the background. Senga winced. "Maybe." He said, not sure anymore that this second one was a safe idea. Still, he moved forward, flicking his wings in the dracolith's general direction with a mild look of disapproval and interest.
He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to help taste test or otherwise brew something called Rot Beer, but his hesitations were all but useless once he was dragged in by the pleading glance. The young Executioner huffed.
Fine, fine, I'll do it. Senga almost growled out loud before catching himself. Just stop making that face, its ridiculous.
Somehow, and not because Senga was a culinary genius or anything, the Rot Beer batch turned out... well... suitable. That was to say, until it grew a mind of its ********!" Senga reeled away from the hideous Soda Monster, hitting the counter of the booth. "Damndamndamn--"
His fingers groped for something to douse the Monster in, and suddenly, it was covered in white. Because what couldn't be solved with a bag full of sugar. Way to go, Senga, way to go.
His wings fluffed curiously at the strange booth runner when it was all over, cheeks still flushed from the run-in with the sentient soda and the fact that he himself had given it life. When he returned to Iyari's side, he was thoroughly out of words to describe the odd citizens of Halloween and simply hauled himself away, prize in hand.
OMG OMG I WON A MINIPET
MINIPET USERNAME: noiresu.
TIER: 2
CHOICE: QUQumatz.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:42 am
Bea could have sworn she has never met this boil before. The moment he mentioned her booth, she choked on her drink and started coughing violently, "My- ACK- Boo- ACK- Booth?" with her free hand was holding onto the base of her barnacle encrusted neck. Did he stop by her booth? Maybe she was eating too many of Noland's apples to even remember. After a while of clearing her throat from the skellypearls, she managed to retain her composure, "Th-Thank you," she said with a half smile and cleared her throat one last time. How embarrassing. "I like your -um- wings." Those were really impressive sized wings. She took another sip of her boba. This small talk was just getting a little awkward. Just a little.
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