Before you looms an assortment of macarons. They appear to have been nibbled on already, just a little... by someone or something about your size. Since they've already been sampled, what harm could it do to have a little more? It's not like you were the one who messed them up...
SIDE QUEST: FEAST YOUR SOUL:
- Eat some of a dessert! exclaim You can only complete this quest ONCE If you fail, you can continue trying UP TO THREE TIMES A DAY until you complete/ pass it! exclaim
Difficulty level: Normal
The macarons look delicious, and there appear to be twelve of them. You circle the plate slowly - indeed, each one was already touched before you got here, so they're all fair game. Pick whichever one you like best... they're decorated with nondescript colours, which suggest nothing about the macarons's flavor.
OOC: EATING A MACARON
This is a simple writing exercise. Roll 1d12 to select which macarons you eat (and thus, which prompt you follow). The macarons you eat tastes suggestive to your character of the prompt - it does not have to be the same as anyone else's interpretation. For example, the cake of Regret might taste bitter to some, or like dry ashes in the mouth to someone else, or even like something specifically related to the memory of regret (like if they did something to regret in a lemon orchard it could taste like lemon!).
As you eat the macarons, not only do you describe the taste/mouthfeel/color/whatever, about you experience an incident that happened in the past with this emotion. This could be you or it could be you experiencing someone else with it. The flashback is intense and could very well be disturbing if it's a negative emotion - even the positive ones may leave you feeling a touch manic or otherwise worked up about what you experienced. Write at least 100 words about eating regarding this flashback!
If you feel you cannot be inspired with the cake you roll at first, you can roll twice more (without roleplaying the first two rolls - ICly your character only eats one macarons!) but you must pick ONE of those options. When you are done, claim your prize!
(And no, you don't eat the ENTIRE macarons. It's taller than you are. Please do not attempt to eat the entire thing.)
Quest Complete Reward: Treasure trove found! As you step back away from the cake plate, you trip over something - a tiny treasure chest, which pops open as you kick it.
Ah, macarons. Well, she had already devoured a good number of mysterious desserts (and was still paying for it as she was a tiny march hare) so surely one more wouldn't hurt, right? Perhaps it'd even counteract this little transformation and restore her to her original form!
...With a price, of course. That last dessert table had taught her that there was some part of her sanity that she had to sacrifice, it just depended which one she wanted to give up.
Even so, that didn't stop her from awkwardly hopping around the plate to examine the treats. The fact that they all had little nibbles taken out of them made her wrinkle her nose, but at least that meant she didn't have to feel guilty for taking a tiny bite of her own, right? Finally choosing one of the twelve, she awkwardly maneuvered towards it to take a bite, surprised at how soft the texture was.
As she grew back and began to chew, she was taken aback by the vast array of flavours that seized her. It was...complex. Odd. There was not one flavour in particular, but it appeared to shift between some of her favourites: sweetened black teas, bitter matcha tea, and she could even taste hints of peaches and mangoes. Whenever she thought she had pinpointed the flavour, its body appeared to change.
But they all filled her with the same sense of happiness, bringing back various memories of joy and excitement, but one stood out in particular. Silly as it was, Nightbloom could still remember the sense of sheer exhilaration when she had passed her graduation exam with flying colors. She wasn't sure how she had done it, but she felt like that final fight had been an accumulation of everything that she had worked for during those three years at the school. She had wanted to do Shun and Levi--her two "older siblings" and occasional teachers--proud, and she had.
There was nothing like taking out that final opponent in 3 hard hits and one, perfect finish.
By the time the memory had faded away, she was feeling quite giddy. Cheerfully bouncing away from the plate, the girl--or, er, bunny--was startled to find that she had run into a chest. If anything, the additional loot only made her already excessively-happy personality even more so.
With that, she hurried away.
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My character's username: Nightbloom My character's level: 41 Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: N/A Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character:Nightbloom is a petite girl with pink-tinged white hair. She has a pair of black cat ears and dons a light blue-lined black coat, while her scarf and tail are both white. Character journal:Here
Shadow had just left the large cake filled table when she comes across a pile of macarons. All of them look delicious, but feeling slightly bloated from before she decides to try only one. All macarons have different colors, but nothing she could pin point to a particular flavor. She finally decides to go for a plain and simple white one. She takes a big bite and it feels kind of marshmallowy in the texture. It tastes like air, not that anybody can describe that flavor, but that is the taste she gets. When she eats it she is filled with the feeling of pride. She remembers people looking up to her parents being of the high status of which they were. The feeling of being of a higher class and of having people looking up to you as if you were the higher being she feels she is. Before she knows it the feeling and the memory comes to an end. Instead she trips on a treasure chest by the cake plate. Opening it she finds 2 cards.
MY STATS
My character's username: Shadow My character's level: 15 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: - Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Mad tea party Small IC description of character: Cat like female with cat ears, tail and eyes. She has black hair in a messy bun and is dressed in a black and blue dress complete with a scarf. Character journal:here
Huni Pi rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11Total: 11 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:46 am
[Hatred]
"Ampota, nobody does anything to scale here, do they?" Raze whistled as she arrived to find enormous macarons laid out before her. So she was supposed to eat these, huh? Even though the gryphon had a sweet tooth, she didn't have that much room, even if it was all just a dream and a game. Just a bite would have to do, plus it might ruin her hot pink number and that meant going back to the Tea Party.
Randomly picking, she tore off a chunk and bit into it. She went on chewing for a while, while the sensation was good there wasn't any taste to it.
And then there was.
Raze couldn't help it, she was spitting the mouthful out, hacking and gagging at the acrid taste of bile settling on her tongue. She retched some more, a hand clutching at a giant macaron for support. A thin film of cold sweat matted her hair to her face and deep loathing twisted in her stomach at the sudden flashes of memory plaguing her.
A cadre of faceless, nameless people telling her no, telling her she can't, telling her it's impossible for you without any reason. Just that she can't do it. She remembers squaring her shoulders, going ahead to do it anyway to spite the nay-sayers.
And then proving them right.
She threw up right where she stood, uncaring of who saw or who would come next for a taste. Who cares? ******** them, <******** them all! Wiping the vomit from her mouth with the back of her sleeve, RazerHead stormed off in a foul temper and wishing everyone would just drop dead.
MY STATS
My character's username: RazerHead My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: Brown-haired, tanned gryphon wearing the black and red outfit. Character journal:RazerHead
He broke off a piece the first macaroon he came to. It looked like any other pastry he had came across since entering the zone and if it was like any other pastry, it had a side effect he wouldn't be too happy with. With a sigh, he took into it, the taste of metallic liquid covered his mouth. Blood.
[[ 9: Betrayal ]]
“You are a fool to have challenged me, child.” The man taunted as he stood on the far end of the field. The servants were silent, pausing in their duties to watch as the two of their masters faced one another in the ritualistic fight among the families that would bestow the victor the fealty of the loser. The older man, the uncle of the opponent, aged, but had grown lazy and large due to the pampered life he was given at the estate. The nephew standing across from him was half of his age; 16 or 17, he couldn't care enough to know it. But he was much fitter than he was. “You waited until your mother was called away with Brenna to do this, didn't you? Smart, but that's arguable.”
Uru'baen growled as his fur bristled, unlike the man who remained in his illusion of a humanoid shape. The nephew had given into his primal ferocities and shown himself through his natural ability to take on the form of a large wolf. Lips pulled back revealing his dagger sharp fangs, the thundering growl that echoed in the courtyard. “Shut up!” he snarled as he charged, clearing the distance between the two as a large clawed paw came crashing down on the man's guard, catching a glimpse of the first signs of fear before fortifying and pushing the attacker away. “Why did you do it, uncle!? Why did you help her!?”
“Why?” He laughed. “Why not? Your mother gets what she wants and my brother wasn't going to give it to her. I was willing to, so why not? She wanted a man who would do anything for her, and I would. My brother was a stupid, brute, way too proud to do what she – no, what he needed to do in order for the family to thrive. And I see that you are just like him, huh? You are a stubborn as he is. You're lucky that he was just exiled, brat. You? No, no, you won't have that luxury if I can finally have my way.”
“You will never have your way as long as you're with her!” Uru snarled, his claws digging into the ground as he bounded forward again, his claws swiping and hammer into the man's guard over and over as he was stumbling back and losing ground, rolling away to avoid the rampaging beast before him. “Father trusted you! He trusted you to watch over me and Brenna while he was away! He trusted to protect us!”
“All to get close to you two! Your mother knew that my brother would never do what she had wanted unless he had something precious to him at risk!” The man laughed, heaving and panting, sweat falling from his balding face. Uru charged at him with a similar strike when the man snaked an arm around his neck and a hand to his chest, taking him down to the ground. “The thing you do not understand, brat, is that your mother gets what she wants, and there is more to all of this than you know.”
The beast growled in his strangle hold as he struggled. “I know enough that you are a b***h to a b***h.” Twisting in his grip, the two rolled around for a time before Uru managed to get on top. The fight continued for what seemed like hours, there was a vast difference between the two. Though he trained long and hard to get where he was, his uncle was naturally strong being a born monster.
“You've lost, uncle.” He snarled between pants as he stood over the man's beaten and bruised form, his arm across his chest defensively. “I have won.” The man glared at him before glancing away, admitting defeat. The defeat didn't mean just the loss of a fight but much more due to the rituals that they part-took prior to it.
“Are you going to kill me then?”
“You aren't worth that.” He replied. “But know that I beat you. You will not say any of this to mother or Brenna. You will live knowing that you betrayed your brother, your family, and lost to your nephew.” The uncle tsked before Uru snapped a hand around his jaw, squeezing it tight with focused eyes bearing down into him. “You will not tell mother or Brenna. You will live with your guilt. And if you dare step out of line again, I will be certain I will fulfill the oath as is my right.” The man's eyes grew wide at the threat and without a sliver of doubt he knew what the boy said was true. The oath they took as per the rituals granted the victor that right. “Is it understood, uncle?”
The man growled, lowering his eyes, hand gripping tighter around the one around his jaw. “Yes.”
Epithet glared at the crumbles in his hand, unable to recall eating the entire bit that he had. The memory was more than enough to strength his resolve of his plans. But this was not the time nor the place to think about it.
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My character's username: Epithet My character's level: 19 + .25xp Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: N/A Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean, thin build guy, very timid, but seems to hide a secret Character journal:link
After some wandering, Shadowstep came upon a very large pile of sweets. He furrowed his brow at the sight of this, slowly approaching. That was... kind of excessive. Really. He had no plans on eating it. Bad things happened when you eat things in this place.
Like shrink or turn pink.
Shaking his head, he began to turn away. His cat rabbit apparently thought he should have some sweets and jumped up to tackle him. The mini was small, but it was enough to catch him off guard. Stumbling back, he fell into the maracorn. It was by some chance some ended up in his mouth.
Suddenly, he remembered the days when Mitsu had been taken away by the hunters. A lot of emotions went through him during those days. Anger and despair were quite prevalent. He thought he might have lost her for good. He didn't know what to do with himself. His hope was dwindling each day that went by, and the only way he could really deal with it was pushing his body past its limits as he strained to improve. Maybe if he was strong enough, he could save her. He didn't sleep. He didn't eat. He didn't really need either of these things anyway.
MY STATS
My character's username: Shadowstep My character's level: 38 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: N/A Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A dark haired male wearing a black and red white rabbit attire. An eyepatch rests over his left eye, under the rabbit glasses. He generally looks unimpressed or rather stern. Character journal:Here
Sap loved sweet things. She absolutely loved them. How could she not? She was a tree IRL, a Maple tree at that. SHe literally bled Sugar. And fear. Sugarfear. Mmmm...
Her mouth watered at the sight of the enormous Macaroons and she wanted one. She wanted one so badly. She doubted she could get through a whole one, but... But...
She reached out to grab a bit of one. Just because. SWEETS.
3 OF SPADES
My character's username: Maple_Syrup My character's level: 13 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: NA Current Guild: NA Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character: Maple Syrup is a puppet woman with very woody, brown skin and orange fall leaves everywhere, especially her hair, which appears to just stay in that hairstyle and be completely made of twigs and leaves.
Her eyes and mouth have a yellowish glow to them, but seem very friendly, like a jack-o-lantern.
She wears the Cheshire cat cloak, semithere tail, and the semithere scarf in the traditional blue-theme, but has foregone the ears for an aura of shadowy magic that seems to cling to her and shift. She also has glowing, long, cyan claws - her weapon as a Cat. Both the claws and the aura are not visible/barely visible out of battle, but become apparent during battle - the claws are very long and sharp, and the aura becomes a miasmic and disturbing cloud... are those eyes? No, of course not.
Aside from being cool and magical, this has no effect on her stats. Its just cool.
Sap took a bite of a red-and-green swirled Macaroon, scooping it up with her hands and biting down on the sweet cakey filling. It was smooth, almost slimy, oozing honey and sour cherry goo down her face. She licked it up anc could almost taste something bitter. Something... sad. Peppermint, perhaps? No, she'd had peppermint (Once, during the christmas day crossover) this was less... active... than that. Sharp, though, sharp like metal or wine... not that, you know, she'd had human world wine...
Her friend had promised. The little girl hadn't misheard. Her friend had promised to go to the movies with her, not long ago. She was here, waiting, two tickets that SHE had bought in her hand. The movie had started five minutes ago. There was still time. She waited, then she waited some more. And then some more. 30 minutes in, she sat down to watch, alone.
She hated watching movies alone - that was why she had made her friend promise. She couldn't enjoy it for worrying about what terrible tragedy must have kept her friend from her.
After the movie she went to a nearby food court to text her friend. "Hey. Are u ok?" she hit send, staring over her hot dog, untouched.
"Oh crap." a familiar voice from nearby. "I forgot. I was going to watch a movie with Amy..." "Amy? That stupid, ugly, disgusting nerd? Amy?" "Yeah." She knew the other voice from her school. She stared at the hot dog, willing herself not to turn around. Her name was Amy. "Your friends with her." they said incredulously. "Yeeeaaah... We played together when we were little. She won't let go." "Not like she has any other friends. Obviously." "Yeah." laughter. Cruel. "I missed the movie. It was probably s**t, knowing her taste." more cruel laughter, "Hey, what should I tell her? I gotta tell her something or she'll be on my butt about it for a week." "Tell her... you got into a car crash. If you wanna lie." "Ooo. Good one...."
Ding! New Message!
She opened it with dread. "Yo amy, sorry about missing the movie. Got into a crash on the way. Am allright. They're just holding me a bit to make sure." She stared at the message, feeling cold.
"There. Sent." said the familiar voice, "That should keep her off my butt for a while. Lets blow this joint and have fun." "All for that!" More laughter. Cruel. "Thats terrible. In the hospital?" she texted back, hoping beyond hope - disturbingly enough - that there was no connection between her ears and her phone. That there had been a crash.
"Aaaand turning off my phone. Geez. She can be so clingy." "Don't know why you even gave her your phone." "Eh. Sometimes its handy to have a nerd around, you know?" "Guess so!" More laughter. It stung like bees, like the time she had shaken a nest of hornets loose from a tree. She looked back, just to be sure, and felt her heart break into a thousand pieces. It was her. It was her friend. "I loved you." she texted, before she left the food court, hot dog still uneaten.
Sap blinked. Another memory? Not a good one. The macaroon left a sour aftertaste in her mouth that soon became bilous and bitter, but she couldn't spit it out, she could only swallow and hope it went away.
My character's username: Teddomimation My character's level: 30 Character's HP: 40 / 40 Current party: N/A Current guild: N/A Location: Mad Tea Party Small IC Description: A small, humanoid teddy bear that walks about on two paws and squeaks as he goes. Looks very well worn and loved, with multiple colors stitched together. Wearing a black Hatter's outfit Character journal:x
Ohhh there was something sweet and delicious lying around, and while their parents would probably scream at them to not eat it they weren’t here! So DEDfeesh skittered forward and took a bite out of the oversize pink macaron.
The taste was delightful! Soft and fluffy, a little bit on the sweet side, but not enough that it would make them feel like throwing up. Not to mention, it was just the right flavor. If only they could…
They were curled up in bed, sleepy as can be as their puck rests on the pillow beside them. It was yawning ever the slightest as its owner shifted ever so slightly to watch the sleeping creature. It was just so cute, and ahhhhhh. They adore the little so. It was cute, compliant, and hangs out with them when no one else would. And they were friends, and they should really wake up the puck before their parents find out…The pets were not supposed to be on the beds. Chairs, sure, but not the furniture.
The flash back ended with a hiccup.
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My character's username: DEDfeesh My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character:DEDfeesh, a tiny little dormouse doctor standing at 4'10. They can be seen wearing a fluffy white coat and shota shorts. Character journal:[ Battle Log ]
NotAllan truly loved this world. She had never been big on eating a ton, but like everyone she loved to eat good things. The nice thing about this world was that it seemed to have everything in infinite supply. While this was annoying for food you didn't like, it was incredibly fortuitous for the crowd favorites.
This time she found herself by a mountain of macaroons, and she saw no reason not to eat one. Especially since her pocket card was indicating this was a side quest of some kind.
Her teeth sank into the macaroon and the memory screamed across her vision with no way for her to damper it.
---
Chel's fashion sense had never been off the chain, but at least now she was trying. It was prom season, and all the adults had her and Chris dolled up with each of their dates. She'd been ... "creative" with her dress to say the least. It was pretty of course, but that was only because it had to be approved by her mother, so to speak. Still, she'd chosen the most outrageous thing she could find.
Creativity could be interpreted in many ways. Even in the way one chose to solve their problems.
---
When she returned to wonderland, it was with a distinctly sour expression, and a vow to never try wonderland things again.
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My character's username: NotAllan My character's level: 45 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A girl with demonic horns, ridiculous sunset hair and star clips in her hair. She's a gryphon and looks pretty ridiculous. Character journal:here
He took a bite of an orange one. Gravity loved the colour. It was bright, sunny, and full of energy. Surely the taste would be the same. Maybe citrus, even. But the taste didn't match up. Pride? He felt it, if only for a fleeting moment. A memory of defeating a comrade much bigger than himself in hand to hand combat. He'd overtaken Dakota in the tournament without using Tenya. He'd tricked him with strategy, and used brute force to pin him down. Him, little Otto, took down Dakota who was a whole foot taller than him, and a fair bit broader.
Pride. It was fleeting, short, but there. Maybe he could be a good Sun hunter someday after all...
But to say he had it? No. He'd never considered himself worthy of pride.
His drive to be better, to be someone to be thought of as at least an equal. Or even just as possible potential. He kept going and kept trying because he believed he could do it. Maybe that hope was pride in its own way. He did things and refused things due to this pride. He thought himself capable. Thought himself a worthy candidate to... to what? What did he really want from everything he did? He fell so often, failed so much, ran so easily.
With all that, what room was there to maintain pride?
It was such a foreign thing to him now. But did he ever have a moment in his life where he truly felt pride? How could a simple dessert find such a thing easier than he could? He'd done nothing. Nothing for Deus, for his friends. He always ran. He wasn't skilled in anything that was helpful. He wasn't even a well ranked member of the organization anymore.
Just what was he now? What could he possible be proud of?
He ranked his worth on accomplishments. And as far as he was concerned, he'd been rendered worthless. Less than worthless. He was nothing.
Coward. Useless. Worthless.
MY STATS
My character's username: Gravity My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:Visual Character journal:HERE
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4Total: 4 (1-12)
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*Borg enters*
After digging his way around the giant Apple Pie to escape from shame (Sorry!!!) Borg finally returned to normal size.
And he was faced by a towering pile of macarons.
By the itty bitty tiny bitey marks on them, it's possible that others has been eating it.
Looking around, he found idle characters doing whatever their idle animations do. Does that mean these macarons are not shape-shifting in any way?
Either way, he circled the plate, searching for some kind of hint what thing will happen if he tasted them
Oh, there's a small crumb on this side.
He licked the crumb. Somehow he can feel something empowering, something bossy inflating in him. Ego? Confidence? Pride?
Nope, not this one for him. He heard l33ts3p34k just before and that annoys him like hell.
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Guild Battle Calculator My character's username: Undying=Borg My character's level: 23 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Mad Tea Parteh Small IC description of character: <= Character journal:Battle Entry Log
Surely there would be a reason why all these gigantic macarons have such unclear colors and aroma.
He took another crumb and licked it.
Another emotion rises in him. His cheeks flushing, his heart beating like crazy, he feel butterflies in his stomach---
Is this infatuation tastes like? Or was it love? Or was it MADDER RED IN LOVE?
Nope, not this one either. For he was sure he'll run back to that White Hare should he ate this one.
Enough embarrassing yourself.
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Guild Battle Calculator My character's username: Undying=Borg My character's level: 23 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Mad Tea Parteh Small IC description of character: <= Character journal:Battle Entry Log
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7Total: 7 (1-12)
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Aaaand another tasting.
This one's good. From a little lick he felt something warm swirling inside of him.
He took a small bite from the enigmatic, color-changing macaron---
A mouthful.
The first chew suggests that the macaron are a bit spicy. He guessed that that comes from little bit of spices mixed in, on which that crumb don't have.
"What are you talking about!? The-"
"?" He felt something, like someone speaking on the back of his head. There's still nothing around him else than idling characters, though.
The second chewing-
Oh, there comes the warmth. He can feel a lump of warmth coming up from his stomach. Also, by now the macaron tastes somewhat funny-sour and spicy, like sambal mangga his mother tried to make some time ago-
"ARE YOU TELLING ME TO HAVE FAITH!? ARE YOU TELLING ME TO BE PATIENT!? SCREW HAVING FAITH! SCREW BE PATIENT! THOSE WOULD NOT CHANGE THE FACT THAT I'M SLOWLY DYING OUT OF-"
There was that voice again. It was louder and clearer from before. But as before, there's no one aside from the idling characters.
Did one of them pulled a prank on him?
Anyways, third chew and a gulp.
Suddenly, the warmth turned into something else. Heat. Raging heat. Flames. Blazes. Red-hot...no. White-hot.
He was not seeing right right now. He was seeing red.
And then it clicks what effect comes from the Macaron he just ate.
"DON'T TRY TO CALM ME! I AM NOT THAT FOOLISH TO BELIEVE THAT THIS KIND OF DISEASE CAN BE CURED! I DO NOT BELIEVE IN MIRACLES! I KNOW FULL WELL THAT SURGERY WILL NOT ERADICATE IT COMPLETELY! AND I ALSO KNOW FULL WELL THAT MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED! SO FOR ALL THINGS YOU HAVE FAITH IN---"
"-DON'T LOOK AT ME WITH SUCH SAD EYESSS!!!"
Suddenly, he snapped out of his rage.
"What..."
He looked around and found that on the spot he stands right now, a blot of bloody red color, like someone has spilled paint has formed. It flows like fresh paint, slowly but sure enveloping his surroundings--
A loud fanfare broke him out of his terrified state.
Unlike the other Level-ups he has experienced until now, this one doesn't give him a Treasure Chest. Why?
"Hey Card. Why don't it give me a Treasure Chest?" he asked to the card in his pocket.
-but what comes is static noise.
"-huh?"
[Base level for Promotion achieved. Teleporting Username: [Undying=Borg] to Lost Temple.]
"Wait wait wait wait what???"
A blink later, and the Mad Hatter was gone in a flash of bright light.
*Borg exits to Lost Temple!*
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Guild Battle Calculator My character's username: Undying=Borg My character's level: 23 + 2 = 25! Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Mad Tea Parteh Small IC description of character: <= Character journal:Battle Entry Log
Sap took a bite of a red-and-green swirled Macaroon, scooping it up with her hands and biting down on the sweet cakey filling. It was smooth, almost slimy, oozing honey and sour cherry goo down her face. She licked it up anc could almost taste something bitter. Something... sad. Peppermint, perhaps? No, she'd had peppermint (Once, during the christmas day crossover) this was less... active... than that. Sharp, though, sharp like metal or wine... not that, you know, she'd had human world wine...
