This booth looks... normal, but a little off. Kind of. Okay maybe deathtrap is a little more accurate.
A large banner sporting the name ASSJACKED hangs overhead a lone blueblood, who seems to be busying herself with a stack of papers. "Oh, um," she perks up warmly enough when she sees you, but her eyes are cold as steel, immediately locking onto yours, "I'm Sarcel Cincil, and welcome to Assjacked!"
"It's a ah, boot camp sort of thing. Think of it like an endurance trial." She's explaining without prompted, probably used to the strange looks. "You'll probably come out of this experience for the better. I've already tested everything out, so don't worry. Oh but, make sure you sign the wavers..."
YOU ONLY NEED TO INCLUDE THESE IN YOU FIRST POST!
TEENS/ADULTS
[size=12][b][color=#991F1F]HEY I'M (your troll's name here) AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED[/b][/size][/color] [b]Username:[/b] [b]Trolls Name:[/b] I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here.
KIDDOS
[size=12][b][color=#1F995C]HEY I'M (your troll's name here) AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED[/b][/size][/color] [b]Username:[/b] [b]Trolls Name:[/b] I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here. Also my Lusus gave me full permission to participate and will not attempt to maim Sarcel Cincil if and/or when I get sent to the first aid tent.
"Thanks," she scoops your form right up, tucking it away... somewhere. "Let me go over some ground rules and safety tips."
✦ This is a Jackass booth. Your trolls are going to get into some extremely stupid s**t. ✦ While participation is not required for all 9 days, you have to meet a minimum of six (6) completed days in order to be eligible for the final day! However, all trolls can jump in whenever, and still be eligible for daily tickets even if they weren't there on the first day. ✦ Each daily event will be different, so please make sure you read all the rules thoroughly! Message Melancholies if you have any questions c: ✦ It would be ridiculous to ask that you read every post in here, but please make sure you at least skim the daily posts! All of these events can be completed alone or with groups, but please try to be aware of your surroundings. ✦ RP interaction is not required, but highly encouraged! At least one ticket daily will go to who I feel went above and beyond with their responses for the day. ✦ HAVE FUN WITH THIS! IT IS A FUNNY BOOTH! TAKE RISKS! MAKE EACH OTHER LAUGH! BE STUPID! ✦ Also! Feel free to quote me (Melancholies) at any time for Sarce roleplay or responses!
Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 10:33 am
PRIZES OH HOLLA
OOC PRIZES
Players who make it to the end will be entered into a raffle, and depending on the number of people who entered, a single (or multiple) person(s) will be chosen to receive a free pixel of their troll from me! It doesn't have to be the troll entered, either <: In addition to the raffle, players that I feel really tried hard and went all out will also receive one!
IC PRIZES
Wow, your very own dogtags! Hold onto these, because you'll need them for the next few days. They make a good lanyard for sticking your straps on! Seems like everyone gets one of these.
TIER 1
Sarcel gave you... this card? She's handing them out to everyone that shows interest in her booth. It looks like some sort of advertisement for a sports club or training group with a method of contact on the back.
Well, she said she wouldn't be held responsible for your injuries, but it seems like she has entire boxes of bandages laying around regardless. Here, take a free box!
TIER 2
Hey! A watch! Now you'll never lose track of time with this little guy. It looks pretty plain, but it's digital, and even has a built in heart monitor!
A chinchilla plush! The fur isn't quite as soft as the real thing, but it's pretty damn close. How cute!
TIER 3
A Sarce Bobblehead! Collect them all!
Uh oh, this one got a little... damaged.
"Oh um, that's the invisible edition. Very rare."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 10:45 am
THE EVENT SCHEDULE
1 Snow Vaulting 2 Snowmobile Jousting 3 Dodgeball ｡◕‿ ◕｡ 4 Bowling ｡u‿ u｡ 5 Mousetrap 6 Ice! Skating! 7 The First Test 8 The Team Test 9 The Final Test
It's all very vague...
CURRENT DAY'S EVENTS
Will be updating in a sec!
Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 10:57 am
DAY 1
Despite the name blazed on the banners, the opening day is... rather innocuous? None of the varies tools behind the booth desk seem employed, save for some really long poles.
"We're starting off kinda uh, easy." Sarcel explains to you, "It's just pole vaulting."
Well, there you have it.
HOW TO PLAY:
You've been handed a pole! Sweetness. Sarcel is pointing you over to some massive snowbanks that have been pre-piled. You're supposed to land on them? Okay, whatever.
ROLL A 1D100 This will determine your score! Simple!
1-25
wow, you really wiped out, huh? Despite the look of the fluffy, comforting snow, it's hardly shock absorbent. Which way is up? Sarcel Offers you no condolences, no smile, and merely slips you a card with her contact information and details about her little fledgling fitness group.
26-50
honestly, could have been a lot worse! You're no pro, but you aren't a total chump either. Pick from the tier one prizes! Sarcel is nodding encouragingly.
51-75
Wow! Have you pole vaulted before? Maybe not, but you must have some impressive arms... or dumb luck. Either way. You made it out with some pretty minor scuffs, but otherwise took it like a total champ. Tier 2 prize or below for you! Sarcel's eyes are glimmering.
76-100
This is incredible. Sarcel is giving you a thumbs up and you can feel her pride resonate in your soul. The snow is so soft, it's like landing on a cloud. You probably would have stuck the landing if it was at all possible. No, don't doubt yourself, Sarcel knows this. Tier 3 prize or below for you!
After your participation, whether you did good or not, Sarcel hands you a colorful strap! Seems like you'll get one for each day's participation...
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The first person who rolls a 25, 50, 75, or 100 will receive a free ticket! If no one has rolled one, then it will be raffled off with the other. The third ticket will go to The Most Humorous Response.
HEY I'M GUO AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: Gl!tch~ Trolls Name: Guouli Pyrero I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here. Also my Lusus gave me full permission to participate and will not attempt to maim Sarcel Cincil if and/or when I get sent to the first aid tent.
Yo! YO! YOOOOOOOOOO! Guouli's eyes sparkled at the booth before him. All of the wonderful pointy objects behind the counter. The 'endurance trial' thing. His pumpbiscuit fluttered. "It's so beautiful..."
Of course, he signed a waiver immediately. Quickly. Too fast. Hogdad glanced over. The lusus really wasn't sure about this one. At all. Guouli was too excited. Almost manic. Did they make leashes for children?
But the kid was already up and grabbing a pole. The young blueblood looked over the banks of snow. Vaulting...not really that intense. "Can I get somethin' a little pointier? No? Okay."
Hogdad didn't like hearing that, though Guo's only response was to grin at the oinkbeast.
Then the troll looked back at the snow piles. Okay. Let's do this. He prepped his pole and started to run. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He slammed it down, vaulted. Wind in his hair, a pure rush as he started to fall. Then slammed into the snow. "That was awesome!" he yelled as he popped up from the white lump. "Yo, lady, can I go again?!" That couldn't be it, right?
Melancholies
Guo's not sure what to make of you. Are you sempai material? He squints
HEY I'M OPIMUS FELLAH AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: Unaru Trolls Name: Fellah I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here.
Browsing more of the booths, Fellah's gaze nearly passed over the rather treacherous booth, until he saw who was behind it. "Sarcel, is that you?" he said with wide eyes, "Well I'll be darned, it's been ages! How've ya been?" Fellah's enthusiasm was intense. If there wasn't a counter between them he probably would've brought the blueblood into a bear hug.
He wanted to chat with Sarce, but at the same time tried not to hold up the line so he decided to the pole vaulting challenge. The redblood was surprisingly apt at the challenge, easily clearing the snow. He may be less than confident when it comes to fighting, but general tests of strength usually aren't too much of a problem for the farm troll.
HEY I'M EOSTRE DIAZZI AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: purplerosesbeauty Trolls Name: Eostre Diazzi I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here.
Eostre couldn't possibly give up the chance to bother Sarcel at her booth. Her sporty blueblooded friend would surely be delighted by her appearance too, and so she leaned up against the counter, waiving all responsibility for future injuries. Pole-vaulting? She looked at the list of other events, and it seemed like it would be a lot of fun.
Eostre was obvs great at it because she's wonderful at everything she does (put that on your resume along with your headshot).
HEY I'M "DAQUAN BRANDR" AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: leon_a_darkangel Trolls Name: "Daquan Brandr" (Stryke Nvrmor) I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here.
Stryke as he walked through the wintery Bloodfest grounds caught sight of a familiar shade of blue. Upon further inspection, it was run by a troll he knew well enough. Although it was more accurate to say what friendship they had was strained under the circumstances of their meeting. Stryke had taken Sarcel's advice to heart when he sought out others to train with back at the swamp. Yet this was a festival, and for what it was worth Stryke was actually trying out things he might not have in the past.
While in disguise as an orangeblood, there was a fleeting thought to actually stop and say hello to her but that would also mean blowing his cover. Later perhaps. It was good to see her, she didn't have that sense of trembling hesitance about her anymore. "Let's see how this goes..shall we then hm?" He pursed his lips, gripping the pole as he readied to try and make an attempt at landing on the snowbanks.
Well then. As he moved through the air, there was a suspended moment in which he landed smoothly on the intended placement. The troll couldn't help but smirk. The landing was cloud-like and easy enough. Dusting himself off, the troll glanced at Sarcel with a sheepish smile. "Ah. Thanks--I'll have to check in again tomorrow." He added sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he took the strap, and glanced at the prize selection on a whim. The watch unsurprisingly was selected, given his affinity for time pieces even with owning a pocket watch.
HEY I'M Psykgi Mentha AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: Draconicfeline Trolls Name: Psykgi Mentha I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here.
Seeing that damn older blueblood who had scolded her was not the last person Psykgi expected to see running a stall, but was pretty close to it. Psykgi contemplated avoiding it entirely, and she could have, but - against her lusus's wishes - she strode over, confidence in every step. Almost mocking confidence.
"Hello there!" she said cheerily, as if nothing had ever happened, "Oh gosh, what is this?" Some sort of boot camp endurance thing?
Well, Psy was not a particularly military or atheletic troll, nor did she excell in physical challenges. "Sure!" She said, taking a permission form and signing it with a flourish, ignoring her lusus's chittered protest that this was a bad idea. That had never stopped Psy from having fun.
Besides, what better revenge could Psy have than to startle the blueblood with pure competence? What better way to show it than by acing whatever booth game she had?
Psykgi took the pole and scrutinized the apparent jump... Well, okay then! She could do this, she could totally do this...
She proceeded to make an impressive leap. It was then that she noticed that there were more trolls around. Interesting! She would have to talk to these people... in fact... did she recognize one of them? Hmm!
HEY I'M FLETCH QUERIC AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: TanuKyle Trolls Name: Fletch Queric
Fletch was amazed by the sheer variety of booths in Bloodfest, and so far had been wandering round in the cold somewhat dazedly, a little overwhelmed by the lights and the crowd. Toothdad bounded alongside the young troll, chittering away as Fletch tried to keep out of the way of the main crowd. The youth's eyes were caught however, by the deathtrap-looking booth, and so he wandered over in time to see another youth take a flying leap with a pole and land in the snow. Fletch's eyes widened, and he scurried up to the blueblood running the desk.
"Yo sis, is that polevaulting aloft and for anyone to have a go at? Because that s**t looks all kinds of fun!!"
A form was given to Fletch, who puzzled over it for a few moments before deciding it seemed standard, and in wobbly letters signed his name. Toothdad chirped at his charge reprimandingly with a warning to not sign his name randomly! Fletch's fins dipped a little in chatisement, but not for long. Grabbing a pole, he took a run up and a flying leap.
The leap was impressive enough, a good height reached by our young troll, but enthusiasm was his undoing, and he landed with a skid and a thump as he hit snow. Still, as his head popped out of the snow he was grinning broadly.
HEY I'M MALICE RAGOON AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: blackbird cake Trolls Name: Malice Ragoon I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here. Also my Lusus gave me full permission to participate and will not attempt to maim Sarcel Cincil if and/or when I get sent to the first aid tent.
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Hands behind her back, Malice strode confidently through the assortment of booths with wide and observant eyes, making a mental gameplan before she committed to anything for the night. A lot of these booths made you sign vague and suspicious contracts or participate in asinine idiocy designed for fresh wigglers straight from the caves. Although she remained visibly unimpressed and her mouth turned down, there was one booth she passed by so far that piqued her interest. "Assjacked?" Here was something she could really appreciate. The hazardous scent of peril wreaked from the booth with its jagged objects and clear signs of warning. An endurance camp? Well, of course she was interested. And she was going to excel.
The owner of the booth, a blueblood no less (perfection), was small and lithe, but upon closer observation, the cold look in her eyes foretold a much different story. Sarcel Cincil, she said her name was. For some ludicrous reason, Malice felt like she might have recognized this troll somewhere. Or perhaps read about them, but could not rack her thinkpan on where. Regardless, with her lip quirked in a pursed grin, the blueblood child approached the booth for more information, and she was certainly not disappointed.
Signing her name and leaving a rip in the page from the pen pressure, Malice gave the fellow blueblood locked eye contact as she took the waiver away. Wasn't like her lusus would care if she got hurt, anyways. He was watching, of course.
For once, Malice felt childishly giddy as she snatched one of the poles. Easy peasy. She watched as others performed the act, smiling her sharktoothed grin when someone biffed it. "Hah!" When it was her turn, she eagerly ran forward, catapulting herself up into the air and-
She flew."AGHGHH!" And landed face-first straight in one of the snowbanks and skid against something definitely hard underneath. Crack. Wobbling up on her hands and knees and feeling a frigid burning sensation all over her body, Malice's vision blurred before her as she stared down at her hands. They balled into fists. "DAMN IT. DAMN IT. ********> As she yelled, a few drops of dark blue blood dripped and diluted into the snow.
HEY I'M LORATA GORGOS AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: KitsuneAura Trolls Name: Lorata Gorgos I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here. Also my Lusus gave me full permission to participate and will not attempt to maim Sarcel Cincil if and/or when I get sent to the first aid tent.
Lorata was beyond excited. Bloodfest had come again, with all new games and booths for the change in season. Even if she wasn't totally a fan of the cold (it was just so much harder to get comfortably warm with all this snow), she couldn't help but get hyped up for what everyone had in store this time. Promising herself that she would give everything a try and definitely win all of the cute prizes, the little seadweller had set out to look at everything and decide where to start her quest.
The winner of the honor of first booth visited, as it turned out, was Sarcel! She wasn't entirely sure about the name or the concept, but it would be nice to say hello and maybe if it was really like a boot camp like the blueblood was saying, she could get some new ideas for training up heroes! She'd been so caught up in the idea that she hadn't even really read the disclaimers on the form she signed. Instead she just beamed at Sarcel, went to grab one of the long poles, and paused a moment to watch some older trolls give it a try.
Actually...that didn't look so bad at all! Bolstered by their success, she ran forward to try for herself, catapulting up and up and up and- She knew it had all gone wrong before she even really started descending, even though it all happened so fast. She shrieked, plummeting down towards snow and- No no no someone was already there why was there someone-
As Malice pushed herself up to her knees, Lorata crashed into her full force, screaming all the way. The impact stunned her into stopping that, in the end, at least, but it was immediately followed up by a pained whine. Everything hurt. Suddenly she remembered that she'd landed on someone. "W-what were you doing-"
The seadweller tried to push herself up to crawl off of the other troll. She never did entirely get the chance.
HEY I'M AUSTRI CORIOL AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: quite uneventful Trolls Name: Austri Coriol I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here. Also my Lusus gave me full permission to participate and will not attempt to maim Sarcel Cincil if and/or when I get sent to the first aid tent.
Any type of booth created as a challenge was immediately searched out by Stagelbro, a loud bellowing sound echoing from his neck, ending in a soft caw as he nudged Austri and motioned to the other booth with a small "brooo..." echoing from his groans. Austri was mostly curious, and while she was always okay with risking her life for cool stunts as well as for, well, attention, the kid seemed slightly suspicious about this booth and the fine print underneath. "Oh please, I'm sure this is easy~" Austri drawled, grabbing a pole and holding it straight. She'd just use her powers, that was all! With a loud whoop whoop and a bellow from Staglebro, she aimed, ran, dug her pole into the ground and flew up, up into the sky.
And up.
Oh no. Her powers worked a bit too well, and up she went, unable to control the winds to break the fall. With somehow amazing precision, the flailing greenblood fell directly upon two trolls who'd just managed to pile up one atop the other. With a loud groan of pain, the dazed and aching kid was boggled out of her mind and unable to collect her bearings until she realized the two colors beneath her-- Wait, she knew that sign. "Oh my goodness!~ Lorata, Miss Blueblood, what are you two doing underneath me!!~" She asked, expression full of shock and slight discomfort. She was of course better off than the other two whom were under her, but hey, it wasn't her fault she'd fallen into their pile! It might've been a bit hard to untangle them all, however...
HEY I'M AERONA AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: Sypon Trolls Name: Aerona Scrall I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here.
Aerona had expected to join Lorata at some point at Bloodfest. This was not what she had expected. She had walked up to Sarcel’s booth out of curiousity and excitement, glad to see the athletic older teen had made up something that was right up her alley. She was a blueblood, but at least she was fun. More fun than Lorata maybe? This sight before her was a chimera of her hopes and dreams.
Lorata, flopping through the sky and beefing it on another highblood. Oh, gog. She just had to try this. Even if she messed up, how could she mess up that bad?
Aerona hopped up to Sarcel and gave her a wink. She wasn’t exactly disguised, with only inching her blood color up a hue to be able to join her buddy Lutrin in Bobcurling. She wondered if the blueblood would recognize her, then carelessly tossed that thought away, signed her waiver and was on her way. “Let’s do thiiiiiss!”
BOOF! She landed gracelessly, the fall knocking the wind out of her. "Aaa! Hahaha!" Aerona cheered and whooped. She rushed back to the booth, plucked a business card from the counter and surveyed it with interest.
KitsuneAura
Aerona's hanging out whenever you get up from your fun adventure
HEY I'M AKKKIRA AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: Saihen Trolls Name: Akkira Kagome I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here. Also my Lusus gave me full permission to participate and will not attempt to maim Sarcel Cincil if and/or when I get sent to the first aid tent.
The small redblood had honestly been looking forward to this whole bloodfest event. The only one more excited than Akkira was her lusus who kept close by keeping an ear out for booths of interest that might test her child's skills. Akkira was just happy to be out and about among other trolls, the swamp can get a little lonely when you lived separated from the rest of the village. It was Tekkemom who had guided her charge to this specific booth. The claim of an endurance trial was too good to resist. With a large smile Akkira made slow deliberate steps waving her bokken as she did so until it clacked with the booth, with a smile the small blind redblood looked up, maybe not directly at the booth owner.
"Hey I wanna sign up!" She demanded then took the page. She had to switch hands with her bokken in order to scribbled something that might have sort of resembled a name off to the side before handing it back. Akkira gave a huge smile and placed her wooden sword on her shoulders. She was going to prove herself to her lusus, show off that she could actually do what everyone else could and possibly better! She was going to be the best and everyone would know it! "Show me to the challenge, I'm ready for this!"
After being given her pole, she set her bokken at the front of her booth. A wave of worry caused a chill down her spine. This pole was very different and it was longer? Probably. When she is turned to the drifts, three different voices reached her ears. "You're gonna die kid, What's a blind brat like you going to do?" "It's absolutely hopeless, there it's going to take nothing short of a miracle for you to pull through this," "Lay off, the kid has more guts than you two ever did,"
"Would the three of you just shut up for a moment?" Akkira shouted before she gripped the pole and ran with all her might. The next thing she knew she was flying through the air. Panic seized her and her first instinct was to curl up into a ball. She, however, did not have enough time to do that as she landed on a snow drift safe and sound. A surge of triumph pulsed through her young body and she threw her arms in the air. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" The small redblood struggled to roll out of the snow and ended up losing one of her Geta, her Kimono was askew and in general she was a bit disheveled.
She brushed the snow from her hair and laughed heartily. after retrieving her missing sandal, Akkira made her way back to the booth. She only just barely overshot it and only knew that after she heard Sarcel greeting a new round of patrons. After a quick turn she walked to the booth, she would have tried skipping but the pole was waaay too big for something like that and she was wobbly enough without trying to do anymore jumps. With both hands she handed the stick back and picked up her bokken. "Hey, hey, whatever your name is," she slapped the booth with her had "That was pretty great, right?"
