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thyPOPE rolled 1 100-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:20 pm
So it was time to go out for supplies again.
No one had told Monica that getting promoted meant she was supposed to do harder work now. It sucked, a little bit. But she was also...kind of necessary. So that was a good thing, right? She was helpful! She was protecting Corgi!
Actually, the fact that she was protecting Corgi made her feel good enough about what she was doing. So she jogged out and picked up a box of flashlights, examining it carefully. The seal looked pretty intact - that meant she was good to go, right?
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thyPOPE rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:33 pm
Except Monica didn't really expect the undying to creep up on her. What was it about flashlights? These ones weren't even on - the batteries were back at the prison. Even wandering around alone outside never got this bad. She swept her hand at the undying in frustration, and then reeled back when it clicked its pointy teeth at her and bit down on her pinky.
That hurt. She'd already had enough trouble running around with Emma.
She fished her fishing rod out of her bag as quickly as she could, and then brandished it in the undying's direction. "You stay away," she warned. "I can't suppress you right now, but I sure can soon." Then she swept downwards, punctuating her swings with quiet huffs of breath.
HP: 37/50
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thyPOPE rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:35 pm
Well, one box was better than none, Monica mused.
But wait. Was that...
Monica grinned. Lying just outside the prison was what looked like a gift: a box of flashlights! She dashed over as quickly as she could, scooping it up. Who had just left it here? Was it - oh, no. Monica knew what was happening here.
An undying had been watching the package with what looked like interest. Well, they didn't really have skin or meat, so they couldn't really make faces. But still. It'd been waiting and watching, and Monica had just walked rightttt into reach.
"Oh no, you don't," she said, shaking her head. This was just mean of it. But it probably wasn't prepared for a girl with a fishing rod, and Monica was still brandishing hers from the last one. So she ran at it with the rod stuck out in front of her like a lance: her favorite position to hold it in.
The undying scattered, fleeing quickly. Take that. Now Monica had two boxes!
HP: 37/50
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