This was not a nice pony. G had decided that he would like to eat this pony--assuming it didn't rip him apart and unmake him. The monster opened his jaws wide and bit down where he could on the bad!pony, growling and shaking himself like a dog.
Gargantuan wasn't sure how long he could keep this up, not when it felt like his very skin was crawling just by being close to this thing. Stubbornly, he bit down even harder, his body a limp weight even as the creature thrashed him around to try and fling him off.
Invisible finally managed to fling the swamp beast, his teeth scraping minorly over its hide even as he hit the ground and rolled for several feet. Oogh. G woozily got to his feet, unsure that he could approach the thing again without some severe consequences...
Renita wasn't entirely sure what was happening, or if this was another of those horrible dreams like she'd had in the hospital. For all she knew maybe she was still in the hospital. Regardless, there was a giant monster here, and a bunch of people fighting it, and, though she really thought turning and making a run for it was probably the logical choice here....Well, she had a gut feeling it wouldn't matter much if she did. Maybe she could make a difference if she got a hit in?
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Character's name: Renita Hayes Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Renita has thick, dark brown hair, cut in a medium length bob. Her eyes are brown. She stands at about 5'6" and has a curvy but relatively fit figure. Generally dresses modestly and/or professionally, with a love of sweaters. The sleeves of her sweater are smeared with blood. Weapon: Fishing rod (2d6-2)
Scott whirls his frying pan towards the beast, throwing it towards the great horse with as much strength as he could muster. Then, he falls to his knees; groaning as the amount of blood loss finally takes its toll and he's forced into unconsciousness.
HP: 35/50 Frying Pan: 2d12-8 Damage Dealt: 13
Total Damage to Boss: 840
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Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
Jay band together with everyone else, holding his shovel in hand. He had no idea what this thing was and it looked scary as all hell BUT together... Maybe they could defeat it! He moved to attack it, barely making contact before he pulled away. Damn this thing didn't even have to touch you to hurt you... He growled again...
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Infection Rate: 35/100 Character's name: Jayson "Jay" Slider Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:#131 Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Jay stands as 5' 11" and has a very athletic build. He has short strawberry blond hair and green eyes. He has sleeve tattoos on both arms and a small tattoo on his chest. He has piercing on his left ear.
July had caught sight of the weird massive creature and decided with the help of everyone attacking it he'd do well to try and help out. Grabbing his candle, he went to attack the thing and help out where he could to the group effort.
Without it even touching him, he felt awful just for trying to fight against it.
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Infection Rate: 45/100 Character's name: July Slider Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER July is of medium build at around 5'6". He is fairly pale regardless of sun exposure. His hair is extremely thick, and is solid black. It is cut in a medium length that is fairly easy to manage, with bangs just long enough to sweep over a portion of his face. He has two distinctively different eye colors, the left one being silver while the other is a cerulean blue.
Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 9Total: 10 (2-20)
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 7:22 pm
Total Damage to Boss: 847 exclaim Ripley is NOT attacking the boss!
His attempts to find others was cut short as something appeared before him. Something he didn't quite recognize right away, though that particular feeling was not mutual. It knew him, and it knew him quickly - quick enough to act before he could. It stared at him, and Ripley shuddered. Something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was anymore. The lines began to blur, and he couldn't force himself to see the massive horse as the enemy anymore.
The people who appeared around him though, they were fair game. They were the threat here, not him.
So, with a growl, he summoned Wilhelm to hand, and he lashed out at one of the closest people to him. Someone he didn't recognize right away: Finn.
HP: 35/50 Target: Finn Damage: 4
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Character's name: Ripley Crowell Character's faction: Hunter - Intermediate Death Character's journal link: (Somewhere) Character's survival stats: N/A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'8", slender, pale, amber eyes, white hair, constantly disapproving and/or expert level pokerface.
(( Ripley is the RESCUER for Corey Lane, University Faction Leader ))
Fighting back the sickening feeling, the light of his candle was used as a weapon as he went after the boss creature. He was surprised by the effects the weapon had, it was actually doing some pretty good damage! July may have felt sickened, but he was willing to contribute however he could.
When July had done all he can, finally being in the presence of the creature was just too much, he'd have to retreat and put some distance between him and it. His parting swing of the candle was much lie his first attempt, it didn't leave a nasty burn like one of his swings.
Still, it was more than adequate what he had managed. While only a month and a few days into the end of the world, he wanted to believe that things would somehow work out. The young man hoped to find his husband soon, the weird dark shadow that had been following him around had also been protecting him.
This creature would seek to destroy them all, even if wielding a candle was extremely strange, the fire repelled some of the vines and burned their mark at the very least. His mind raced with chaos and sickness. Soon the shadow had to carry the small human once more.
For all that he'd been brave and fought, July was just so tired..
Finn's head had begun to pound again, swimming with images the longer he remained in the vicinity of the horse. He closed his eye and gritted his teeth tight, fingers clutching and twisting against the pole of his weapon as he took a few steps back.
When something clipped him against the shoulder, he had thought that it was his own fault, likely having gotten himself in the way of somebodies swing. His eye flew open, and he turned towards whoever he had stumbled into (or so he had thought), when the other man apologized to him and ran off.
......Well, that had been strange, but he supposed they were in Canada, so, apologies were likely to abound.
Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, he turned back to the task at hand, waiting for an opportune time to dart forward and slash at the gigantic horse again.
And just as he jumped back, something else struck at him, and this time, it did not feel like it was an accident.
He staggered, one hand going to the assaulted area while the other still gripped his lance, and he looked towards his assailant.
"Oh. ******** fantastic." His mouth was set in a grim line, and he let out a sigh. "Hello, Ripley. It's nice to see you too! So, how's this whole possession thing working out for you?"
attacking: Horsey Damage done: 10 Total Damage: 868
enoh love
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Name: Finn Connor Faction:Deus Ex Machina Division: Moon General appearance: Here HP: 43/60
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Character's name: G-Man St Pierre Character's faction: 4 - Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: GMan St PierreView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER -Perfect, slightly up-swept chestnut brown hair, perfect honey brown eyes, perfect smile, great looks, 5'8" tall, tanned, lean but muscular frame (perfect body yo! And he doesn't do bench pressies, okay dawg? He only does reps!). -Currently wearing white shutter shades and a V-Mask as part of his rank 2 uniform. See av for something close-ish
The thing came out of the fog and Sherry couldn't stop the shiver that ran down her back. That thing was so wrong. She'd seen hellish horses before, she'd seen thing, but this... It was horrible. Horrible and it needed to be taken care of. Sherry could join in on that fight.
She summoned her weapon and Armagnac's glee seemed to twist in her mind. There was apprehension, too. This thing was...Armagnac didn't like the way it felt, either.
Sherry's head began to ache- with each step she took closer to the thing the pressure seemed to grow. She could feel the beginnings of dizziness and nausea. She did her best to put those things aside and took a swing at a sweeping shadow vine.
HP: 55/60 Target: Horse Boss Damage Done: 8
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Character's name: Sherry Greyson Character's faction: Life Hunter Character's survival stats: Alive BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERSherry is medium-height, blond, long fancy Hunter coat.
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Character's name: Winnifred Opal Staford Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and female, short light brown hair, dark brown eyes.
She followed the first swing with a second- a well practiced follow through she could do in her sleep by now. If she wasn't suffering from behemoth caused nausea and dizziness. The pain in her head was almost too much. All of it combined caused her miss her step, her swing not hitting as solidly as she would like.
Armagnac grumbled, but offered a purr of encouragement as well. Whatever this thing did to them- it was pretty debilitating, and not even the lindwyrm could fault her Hunter for that.
Sherry stepped back, determined not to give up just yet. This thing needed to cease existing.
HP: 50/60 Target: Horse Boss Damage Done: 3
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Character's name: Sherry Greyson Character's faction: Life Hunter Character's survival stats: Alive BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERSherry is medium-height, blond, long fancy Hunter coat.
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Character's name: Winnifred Opal Staford Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and female, short light brown hair, dark brown eyes.
Ves rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 3Total: 7 (2-8)
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:27 pm
Total damage: 884 The Embalmer was ready for round two. This time, instead of the folding chair, he uses the knife he'd found among his human's belongings to (literally) take a stab at it. He wasn't gonna let this thing get away with... whatever it is it's trying to do. Be bigger than everyone else. No way.
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Rescuer's name: The Embalmer Rescuer's faction: Reaper (Necromancer) (Amityville Academy student) Victim's journal link:yum_pizza Victim's survival stats: David GrantView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER The Embalmer is a tall, burly fellow of few words. He wears a wide-brimmed leather hat, a black trenchcoat with its arms ripped off, fingerless gloves, heavy leather boots, and black pants. He has long, grizzled brown hair and smudged black eyeliner. His Reaper weapon of choice is a steel chair. Wrestling fans may realize he looks familiar. HP: 25/30
She readied herself for another swing, but had to pause as pain pounded through her head. It was so bad, so very bad. Sherry nearly threw up, but she fought that impulse, thinking it would only make her head hurt more.
Everything spun, and for a moment she wobbled. One more time, she told herself and her weapon. She gathered what she could of her balance and her strength and pushed the pain as far away as she could. She could feel Armagnac helping as they prepared for the next swing.
It was quick, and not the worst hit she'd ever made, but after hitting the creature the blade of her glaive hit the dirt as Sherry nearly fell over. Pain in her head was excruciating, and the nausea...
Sherry did know that from time to time, one must retreat. This was one of those times. Her steps were shaky as she retreated.
HP: 50/60 Target: Horse Boss Damage Done: 5
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Character's name: Sherry Greyson Character's faction: Life Hunter Character's survival stats: Alive BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERSherry is medium-height, blond, long fancy Hunter coat.
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Character's name: Winnifred Opal Staford Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and female, short light brown hair, dark brown eyes.
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