[ OUTSIDE- AT THE SHED ] (EMOTION: MADNESS) All your senses scream at you not to approach this shed. It is locked. A loud wailing voice continues to knock against the rusted chains of the shed. Hands, multiple, long hands, attempt to slide out from it. A sign crudely painted on the shed says [ INFECTED INSIDE - DO NOT APPROACH ]
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] YOUR SHADOW MOB HP: 15 HP Mob Autodamage: It only attacks back when you attack it, doing the SAME damage to you as you did to this mob. For instance, if you roll and do 5 damage, it will do 5 damage to you. This applies to everyone attacking it. Mob Special Ability: This looks exactly like you do. Who it takes the form of is the person who "summoned" ie: rolled it. It is able to talk and mimic the identical actions of you, the only difference other than it being much, much more sinister and sadistic is that it is also semi-transparent, fading to grey, around the edges. Other than that there is no difference between you and this apparition. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard five card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_5.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png). Add to journal and use here 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. Bottled water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
Note: Thanks to the current prompt Zoo has up, nobody else has to roll a mob now!
Anyway this is a chance to have everyone congregate and talk about what they've seen and not at all attract our poor infected assistant and leader.
She froze. God damn it, she found herself back at the shed, back at the cluster of reaching claws, back at the howling screeches of the damned that someone thought ever so brightly to just lock up and leave behind. What the hell? What the ******** had been fighting back the infection through sheer will power it almost seemed like, and yet the moment she returned to this stupid spot, Taysia felt a wave of panic overcome her. Her skin began a phantom itch, and her fingers began to twitch. She reached for her flashlight, knowing it was her instincts telling her something was wrong again, and the light shined through the fog and once again on another shadowy creature wearing her face.
It grinned until its literally jagged lips seemed to split its face. Taysia fumbled for her shovel too clumsily.
HP: 24 DMG: 0 MOB HP: 15
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 10/100 Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
She was still outside, unsure how she or when she had ended up there near the shed. Blood was still on her hands, her mind was still disoriented with the slight fever that plagued her. The other group of people had supposedly left, she realized when she looked up from where she stood. Someone else was here and another something else, a weird vague form of that same person.
Someone she kind of knew, had seen her at Clearview but in her current state she couldn't place the name. "What..." The start to so many questions. The girl was attacking, she missed and Juliette's tired wild eyes watched with confusion. She pulled out the flashlight she had .. somehow found and flicked it on to get a better look.
Help her.. A whisper. She still had the knife in her hands, the one she had used in the hospital. She wanted to drop it, she didn't want to use it... but she needed to help that girl.
Juliette moved despite herself, "no, you're not right!" She stabbed the greyed figure with her knife. It attacked back.
Character's name: Juliette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it.
Tasinei rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 4Total: 6 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:43 pm
It was time to go out and hunt again. Even this little encounter with the rest of the group had made her feel better. She could think a lot clearer than back when she had wanted to drag Durza into the reaching fog. Still, it was better to be in a group than to wander alone. Lorena had somehow gotten detached from her previous group, couldn't keep up with them or she'd wandered off following the whispers and the faces that appeared in the dark. The greatest thing though was that Lorena wasn't itchy anymore, wasn't scratching her arms but she knew her arms would take a while to heal.
What was that over there? A person? Two people? A shadow figure? Yes, it was definitely a shadow figure, Lorena went over next to the girl.
"Are you okay?" Knife still in hand, he slashed at the shadow to keep it at bay away from them. Did she knew this girl? The whispers were making it too hard to think right now. She needed to concentrate on this thing in front of her. She'd feel better after this she was sure of it like she had before. She simply had to stab it somewhere it was going to hurt.
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100 -10 HP: 22/50 -4 Weapon: Knife - 2d4 - 2 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Where was he? Who was he? Aaran didn't have the slightest idea, the only things apparent where the voices and faces he saw, and just how shitty he felt, mostly likely due to the slight fever he had. The infection was getting worse, he wondered just how long it would be until he succumbed, just like everyone else.
He found himself near a shed, the constant wailing sending shivers down his spine. There were others here, but it was strange. There were two of one person, except the other didn't look...right.
It wasn't right.
Aaran may have been kinda nuts, but he could still wield a shovel pretty dam well. Only problem was, when he made contact with the mob, he felt as if he hit himself instead, doubling over in pain.
Character's name: Arran Brody Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.
medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:02 pm
She felt stupid instead of relieved as more people came in to take care of the mob rather swiftly. It was like a damn repeat of the laundry incident, except this time she didn't have an excuse for sucking. Clicking her tongue at herself, she let the shovel fall to the ground and dig an inch or two into the dirt, feeling dirty herself as she picked up a card from the undying's corpse. Useless.
"Thanks," she breathed after a moment to the trio. "I," had this, I swear I did, "I guess this stupid fog just got to me. But I'm okay." She kicked a rock idly. "Good knowin' some other people made it. Seen any way to get back to base yet?"
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 10/100 Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
"No...I have no idea..." He held his head, hands shaking a little. "I don't know..." He looked at Fantasia, eyes slightly unfocused.
"Who are you again?"
Infection rate: 55 HP: 40
OOC
Character's name: Arran Brody Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.
chirigami rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:19 pm
The thing just disappeared as all their knives went into it, vanished. Like her cat in the fog and the voices that whispered in and out. But not like the boy in the hospital, he had still been there after she woke up from the surreal dream. Was he still there now after she had ran off? Juliette's hands went to the sides of her head and she began to pace.
She passed tired eyes to the girl they had helped, unsure of what to say. It was alright? It wasn't. No problem? It seemed like one. She just nodded, as if it was nothing when it wasn't. Her steps stopped at the question though.
- Oh hey, a water bottle.
"We can get back to base? To Clearview?" Desperation.
medigel
poke mattix
Tasinei
OOC
HP: 45/50 Weapon: Knife + Flashlight
[ Infection Rate ]: 55 /100
Character's name: Juliette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it.
Yes even now the voices got softer, faces got a little further and out of focus. As Lorena processed this she simply starred at the girl without saying a thing. Then slowly it all clicked in and Lorena nodded.
"So I guess you're from the apartments too?" Of course she was if she was asking for a way back. "Not really, I don't think I'm really all there," she made circle motions in there air with her finger. "We're all infected, if we go back we might infect those who aren't infected." They couldn't go back, those people who had stayed in the apartments needed to live.
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100 HP: 21/50 Weapon: Knife - 2d4 - 2 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
medigel
chirigami
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:54 pm
"Taysia." Seeing him shake made her feel bad, though she didn't dare approach. Some of them really looked worse for wear thanks to the virus. "And yeah, I'm from Clearview." She wasn't surprised she wasn't a familiar face; she tended to skulk around, half afraid to do social interaction and half just being a negative nancy, which nobody would be interested in during the apocalypse.
"I don't know if we can get back, but...s**t, there's gotta be a way out, right?" There had to be, otherwise what was the point of them even still existing? It was too frightening a thought. "Just have to ignore all the ghosts and shadows and s**t. You gotta use your willpower here." Or at least, that's how she had been coping.
"Well, a little violence on those things helps too." She almost chuckled. "But we're all infected anyway, I bet it doesn't matter."
( forgot to mention, if you hit 250 words you can get -5 also from interacting with taysia along with the -5 for beating a mob if you haven't already! )
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100 Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
Warily he watched each of them, picking up a card that was dropped by the mob. "Y-yeah...I think I'm from the apartments...Clear view...sounds familiar..." Man he was out of it.
"Uhh...Aaran Brody's my name..." He didn't sound too sure of it. Wobbling on his feet, he stuck the shovel into the ground and used it as support. "I hope there is a way out...maybe theres some sort of cure here that will make these hallucinations go away to...or maybe if we just get out of the fog we'll be cured."
"But yeah, we can't give up, still gotta keep going until the end."
Infection rate: 55 HP: 40
OOC
Character's name: Arran Brody Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.
A part of her wanted to maniacally laugh at Lorena with the way she described herself, the little finger wave and the choice of words. They were so fitting. "Yes," was all she said at first as the wave of nausea came crashing into her again as the adrenaline from the short fight wore off. "Juliette." None of these people had the same sense of familiarity to her as others - though.. Taysia... the laundry room.... she shook her head.
And now that her flashlight was one, she got a really good look at her hands. "Aa!" There were still remnants of dirt from when she dug in the fog now mixed with the crimson blood. She tried wiping her hands on her sweater but still so much remained. "Off, off..." she muttered. Oh goodness, she must have so much of this stuff on her face now.
"Hallucinations?" That word also got the older woman's attention. - Did she just see...? No.
medigel
poke mattix
Tasinei
OOC
HP: 45/50 Weapon: Knife + Flashlight
[ Infection Rate ]: 55-10=45 /100
Character's name: Juliette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it.
Character's name: Juliette Carver 
