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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:16 am
Eight Chobi_Chocobo Eight Chobi_Chocobo Eight Ahhhh, this was nice. Junko was starting to regain feeling in her feet again! In fact maybe if she was feeling better she could even walk on her own again! While she did appreciate the ride and the chance to get warm again immensely Junko didn't want to be a burden, she would walk if she was able! She sighed and cuddled up against the feathers, blinking and glancing over toward Sin when she heard her ask if they were there yet. Huh? Oh look at that...that looked like an even better way to warm up! But Junko couldn't just ask if she could join in! No way. And she was colder than they probably were now that they were combining their body heat, she wouldn't want to wreck it and make them cold all over again. ...Weird...why was She being so quiet? Junko blinked and glanced back toward the back of her head, frowning a little. Was She asleep? Normally she could tell...maybe the cold had knocked Her unconscious or something. Ohoh! Or maybe Her lips were frozen together! Oooh Junko wished she could see the back of her head! She looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes a bit. They felt better now that they were out of the snow; that had been a stupid idea, tossing her other shoe, she should've just gone back and searched for the other one in that mess. How much time would she have wasted though? "Which way do you think we should go? Hellma said not to go down the middle..." "Hey there! You lost?" A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways! HP: 3Damage 5Junko had been about to just suck it up and cling to Alcie or Sin for warmth when there came a voice. Lost? Well yes, they we--GAH! "N-no! We're fine! Goawayplease!" She gasped, eyes wide as she tried just kicking the tree away. Probably not the smartest idea considering she was very average in her physicality compared to Sammy and Danny and even Sin, and that her feet were still...rather numb. Junko's HP: 20 Damage done: 1 "Hey that tickles! Lets be friends. My names Piney the singing pine tree!" The tree grins and reaches again for Junko. HP: 22 DamageOwwwwowowow that had been a bad idea! Junko winced and rubbed at her foot, giving a little cry of surprise as the motion of trying to fight off the tree knocked her off the amphitere and into the snow with a soft 'oomph!' The tree grabbed her and she wriggled against its branches, wincing again as a couple them scraped against her. "Zzzzzwhahuh?! What's...WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Junko! Get this thing off immediately!" "What do you think I'm trying to do?! Please get off me, Mister Piney!" She pleaded with the tree, seeing if maybe she could just break the branches off her. Junko's HP: 18 Damage done: 3 "You're not very friendly Hmph!" The tree for some reason melts? Best not concern your self as to the reason of why a tree just dissolved. Instead better to focus on the little gift it left for you in the puddle of sap that once was a tree. HP: 0LOOT:
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:19 am
Chobi_Chocobo Eight Chobi_Chocobo Eight Chobi_Chocobo Eight Ahhhh, this was nice. Junko was starting to regain feeling in her feet again! In fact maybe if she was feeling better she could even walk on her own again! While she did appreciate the ride and the chance to get warm again immensely Junko didn't want to be a burden, she would walk if she was able! She sighed and cuddled up against the feathers, blinking and glancing over toward Sin when she heard her ask if they were there yet. Huh? Oh look at that...that looked like an even better way to warm up! But Junko couldn't just ask if she could join in! No way. And she was colder than they probably were now that they were combining their body heat, she wouldn't want to wreck it and make them cold all over again. ...Weird...why was She being so quiet? Junko blinked and glanced back toward the back of her head, frowning a little. Was She asleep? Normally she could tell...maybe the cold had knocked Her unconscious or something. Ohoh! Or maybe Her lips were frozen together! Oooh Junko wished she could see the back of her head! She looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes a bit. They felt better now that they were out of the snow; that had been a stupid idea, tossing her other shoe, she should've just gone back and searched for the other one in that mess. How much time would she have wasted though? "Which way do you think we should go? Hellma said not to go down the middle...""Hey there! You lost?" A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways! HP: 3Damage 5Junko had been about to just suck it up and cling to Alcie or Sin for warmth when there came a voice. Lost? Well yes, they we--GAH! "N-no! We're fine! Goawayplease!" She gasped, eyes wide as she tried just kicking the tree away. Probably not the smartest idea considering she was very average in her physicality compared to Sammy and Danny and even Sin, and that her feet were still...rather numb. Junko's HP: 20 Damage done: 1 "Hey that tickles! Lets be friends. My names Piney the singing pine tree!" The tree grins and reaches again for Junko. HP: 22 DamageOwwwwowowow that had been a bad idea! Junko winced and rubbed at her foot, giving a little cry of surprise as the motion of trying to fight off the tree knocked her off the amphitere and into the snow with a soft 'oomph!' The tree grabbed her and she wriggled against its branches, wincing again as a couple them scraped against her. "Zzzzzwhahuh?! What's...WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Junko! Get this thing off immediately!" "What do you think I'm trying to do?! Please get off me, Mister Piney!" She pleaded with the tree, seeing if maybe she could just break the branches off her. Junko's HP: 18 Damage done: 3 "You're not very friendly Hmph!" The tree for some reason melts? Best not concern your self as to the reason of why a tree just dissolved. Instead better to focus on the little gift it left for you in the puddle of sap that once was a tree. HP: 0LOOT:Junko was plenty friendly! Just...not to JOYfilled trees trying to kill her? She sat there in the snow and watched as the tree dissolved in front of her, skittering back away from the sap puddle. ...Hey wait...was that a present? Junko stood and walked to it, picking up the sticky thing with a little face. Eugh, gross but...hey! She got a present! Junko looked around to find her friends again, climbing up on Quarria to rejoin Sin, Alcie and Gabrian. "That wasn't so bad...look what I got~!" She chirped excitedly despite the small cuts on her face and the tears in her kimono sleeves that she apparently didn't notice yet. It'd be obvious whenever she did notice them, but for now she was just thankful she wasn't too hurt and that she got a free gift out of that!
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Strait Jacket Girl rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:26 am
Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious No sooner had Christof stepped away from his friends than a NEW friend suddenly appeared. He scrambled to try to swing a fist at the thing, but unfortunately his wounded leg mixed with packed ice made the hunchback stumble and receive a sharp blow from a branch to his head. Pretty? Who the heck would think HE was PRETTY? A drunken tree, apparently. Oh God- visions of Sin's misadventure swam through his head. Hopefully this would end a lot better for him. Damage: 3 +3 -6= 0Christof's HP: 24 "Hey sweet stuff where ya goin?" The Merry and drunken tree listed forward going after Christof. "Come to Daddy Tree" HP: 5Christof's expression became even more perturbed, struggling to limp away from the horrible smelling monstrosity. He gesticulated madly to his friends, but somehow, flailing hands weren't quite as poignant as a good scream. Damage: 0 Christof's HP: 24 (I think? WE ALL KEEP MISSING it's just a cuddle fest.) "Don't struggle sugar plum. I won't hurt you too much" The Merry tree wobbles nearing him dangerously leaning from one side to the other. Obviously his depth perception is not the best in a drunken stupor. HP: 5Damage: 3 ((I guess it just took a horrid depth perception to break the cuddling lol)) Hearing Lizzy's shouts, Christof stumbled, glancing over to try to make her out. Punch it? Punch it?? It was a living TREE! Unfortunately his hesitation gave the drunken fur the opportunity to lunge in, bashing him again with it's branches. It was DEFINITELY not good at hugs. Christof's HP: 21 Damage: NONE. c'mon Christof, srsly. Stop being a wet blanket. "I'm sorry Baby, lets try that again." The Merry Tree moves away to try again at hugging his sweet muffin pie. HP: 5 Damage: 0
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:28 am
Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious No sooner had Christof stepped away from his friends than a NEW friend suddenly appeared. He scrambled to try to swing a fist at the thing, but unfortunately his wounded leg mixed with packed ice made the hunchback stumble and receive a sharp blow from a branch to his head. Pretty? Who the heck would think HE was PRETTY? A drunken tree, apparently. Oh God- visions of Sin's misadventure swam through his head. Hopefully this would end a lot better for him. Damage: 3 +3 -6= 0Christof's HP: 24 "Hey sweet stuff where ya goin?" The Merry and drunken tree listed forward going after Christof. "Come to Daddy Tree" HP: 5Christof's expression became even more perturbed, struggling to limp away from the horrible smelling monstrosity. He gesticulated madly to his friends, but somehow, flailing hands weren't quite as poignant as a good scream. Damage: 0 Christof's HP: 24 (I think? WE ALL KEEP MISSING it's just a cuddle fest.) "Don't struggle sugar plum. I won't hurt you too much" The Merry tree wobbles nearing him dangerously leaning from one side to the other. Obviously his depth perception is not the best in a drunken stupor. HP: 5Damage: 3 ((I guess it just took a horrid depth perception to break the cuddling lol)) Hearing Lizzy's shouts, Christof stumbled, glancing over to try to make her out. Punch it? Punch it?? It was a living TREE! Unfortunately his hesitation gave the drunken fur the opportunity to lunge in, bashing him again with it's branches. It was DEFINITELY not good at hugs. Christof's HP: 21 Damage: NONE. c'mon Christof, srsly. Stop being a wet blanket. "I'm sorry Baby, lets try that again." The Merry Tree moves away to try again at hugging his sweet muffin pie. HP: 5 Damage: 0Christof gave a terrified whine as he became trapped in a pine-needly stale-mate of a hug. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD at least the hug caused no damage... yet... but panic made it difficult to do anything about it. HP: 21 Damage: 0
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Strait Jacket Girl rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:41 am
Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Christof's expression became even more perturbed, struggling to limp away from the horrible smelling monstrosity. He gesticulated madly to his friends, but somehow, flailing hands weren't quite as poignant as a good scream. Damage: 0 Christof's HP: 24 (I think? WE ALL KEEP MISSING it's just a cuddle fest.) "Don't struggle sugar plum. I won't hurt you too much" The Merry tree wobbles nearing him dangerously leaning from one side to the other. Obviously his depth perception is not the best in a drunken stupor. HP: 5Damage: 3 ((I guess it just took a horrid depth perception to break the cuddling lol)) Hearing Lizzy's shouts, Christof stumbled, glancing over to try to make her out. Punch it? Punch it?? It was a living TREE! Unfortunately his hesitation gave the drunken fur the opportunity to lunge in, bashing him again with it's branches. It was DEFINITELY not good at hugs. Christof's HP: 21 Damage: NONE. c'mon Christof, srsly. Stop being a wet blanket. "I'm sorry Baby, lets try that again." The Merry Tree moves away to try again at hugging his sweet muffin pie. HP: 5 Damage: 0Christof gave a terrified whine as he became trapped in a pine-needly stale-mate of a hug. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD at least the hug caused no damage... yet... but panic made it difficult to do anything about it. HP: 21 Damage: 0 "That's a good Sweet kins, Now lets go turn up some needles" While Still hugging Christof The Merry Tree tries to run away with him. HP: 5 Damage: 5
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:51 am
Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Christof's expression became even more perturbed, struggling to limp away from the horrible smelling monstrosity. He gesticulated madly to his friends, but somehow, flailing hands weren't quite as poignant as a good scream. Damage: 0 Christof's HP: 24 (I think? WE ALL KEEP MISSING it's just a cuddle fest.) "Don't struggle sugar plum. I won't hurt you too much" The Merry tree wobbles nearing him dangerously leaning from one side to the other. Obviously his depth perception is not the best in a drunken stupor. HP: 5Damage: 3 ((I guess it just took a horrid depth perception to break the cuddling lol)) Hearing Lizzy's shouts, Christof stumbled, glancing over to try to make her out. Punch it? Punch it?? It was a living TREE! Unfortunately his hesitation gave the drunken fur the opportunity to lunge in, bashing him again with it's branches. It was DEFINITELY not good at hugs. Christof's HP: 21 Damage: NONE. c'mon Christof, srsly. Stop being a wet blanket. "I'm sorry Baby, lets try that again." The Merry Tree moves away to try again at hugging his sweet muffin pie. HP: 5 Damage: 0Christof gave a terrified whine as he became trapped in a pine-needly stale-mate of a hug. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD at least the hug caused no damage... yet... but panic made it difficult to do anything about it. HP: 21 Damage: 0 "That's a good Sweet kins, Now lets go turn up some needles" While Still hugging Christof The Merry Tree tries to run away with him. HP: 5 Damage: 5Eyes wide with terror, the hunchback gave a horrified howl through his stitched lips, muffled and sounding a bit like a moose in distress. Kicking and flailing and dragging his feet, it seemed it was no use as the Tree tried to heft him up and cart him off to his unknown but more than likely terrifying domain. Probably equipped with colored lights and a rotating bed. SOMEONE HELP OH GOD PLEASE! HP: 16 Damage: NONE CHRISTOF YOU WANT THIS DON'T YOU.
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Strait Jacket Girl rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:14 am
Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Hearing Lizzy's shouts, Christof stumbled, glancing over to try to make her out. Punch it? Punch it?? It was a living TREE! Unfortunately his hesitation gave the drunken fur the opportunity to lunge in, bashing him again with it's branches. It was DEFINITELY not good at hugs. Christof's HP: 21 Damage: NONE. c'mon Christof, srsly. Stop being a wet blanket. "I'm sorry Baby, lets try that again." The Merry Tree moves away to try again at hugging his sweet muffin pie. HP: 5 Damage: 0Christof gave a terrified whine as he became trapped in a pine-needly stale-mate of a hug. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD at least the hug caused no damage... yet... but panic made it difficult to do anything about it. HP: 21 Damage: 0 "That's a good Sweet kins, Now lets go turn up some needles" While Still hugging Christof The Merry Tree tries to run away with him. HP: 5 Damage: 5Eyes wide with terror, the hunchback gave a horrified howl through his stitched lips, muffled and sounding a bit like a moose in distress. Kicking and flailing and dragging his feet, it seemed it was no use as the Tree tried to heft him up and cart him off to his unknown but more than likely terrifying domain. Probably equipped with colored lights and a rotating bed. SOMEONE HELP OH GOD PLEASE! HP: 16 Damage: NONE CHRISTOF YOU WANT THIS DON'T YOU. "Ho Hum, I've a lovely in my hold. Ho Hum Off for Fun and Rum" Merrily the Tree continued to march off with it's prize. HP: 5Damage: 2
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:24 am
Sarias watched from the sidelines as the patchwork was grabbed and was slowly taken captive by the giant drunken tree.
"Christof!!" The banshee screamed in spite of herself, the momentary lapse of 'emotion' and 'worry' left her slightly shaken. Oh god what if it try's to mates with him? She had heard of some sick things about this Christmas world but this!? This was going too far!
Picking up some snow, which, she had to admit even after stating to Sin and her trio that she wasn't cold, her natural abilities where far gone now and it numbed her fingers to the core. Throwing it haphazardly in the direction of the tree she may as well have joined in on this hug as it did absolutely nothing.
"Candle Jack! You stupid horrible thing, put him DOWN!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:27 am
Alcie grew quiet and was just enjoying the ride or at least trying to. It seemed like that these trees were relentless and Junko had gotten attacked by a tree even though she was riding on Quarria's back. Looking out into the distance, she wondered what Sandy Claw's workshop could actually look like. Was it as bright and colorful as everybody said? So much... joy. It was a little disgusting.
Tilting her head as she hear Sin talk, Alcie chimed in, "Yeah, it has definitely been... a bonding experience, if you want to put it that way." Chuckling softly, Alcie liked doing things like this and it brought out her adventurous nature. She loved feeling her adrenaline rushing and that element of danger. Though, when she enrolled for this class, she didn't quite expect things that would be... life threatening.
She would never take a warm, comfy room for granted again. Rubbing her arms quickly, Alcie needed to make a mental note to dress a little more conservatively next time they went out like this. How could Sandy Claws live like this or in a place like this?
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:18 pm
Kilometer sensed LW follow him and flicked his ears in acknowledgment of her apology. In the moment it’s a big deal but after some time he’ll learn to forget about being grabbed. Before he got a chance to even process her question to form an answer he heard her yelp. Instincts kicked in and he bolted forward, getting away from the imminent danger, before turning around to see exactly what had happened. In an alert stance Kilometer watched as LW as attached by another one of those annoying trees.
By he time he realized what happened she seemed to have taken care of herself and the tree was no more.
Kilometer started to pounced back through the snow to reach LW again. Thankfully she didn't look injured.
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:19 pm
Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Hearing Lizzy's shouts, Christof stumbled, glancing over to try to make her out. Punch it? Punch it?? It was a living TREE! Unfortunately his hesitation gave the drunken fur the opportunity to lunge in, bashing him again with it's branches. It was DEFINITELY not good at hugs. Christof's HP: 21 Damage: NONE. c'mon Christof, srsly. Stop being a wet blanket. "I'm sorry Baby, lets try that again." The Merry Tree moves away to try again at hugging his sweet muffin pie. HP: 5 Damage: 0Christof gave a terrified whine as he became trapped in a pine-needly stale-mate of a hug. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD at least the hug caused no damage... yet... but panic made it difficult to do anything about it. HP: 21 Damage: 0 "That's a good Sweet kins, Now lets go turn up some needles" While Still hugging Christof The Merry Tree tries to run away with him. HP: 5 Damage: 5Eyes wide with terror, the hunchback gave a horrified howl through his stitched lips, muffled and sounding a bit like a moose in distress. Kicking and flailing and dragging his feet, it seemed it was no use as the Tree tried to heft him up and cart him off to his unknown but more than likely terrifying domain. Probably equipped with colored lights and a rotating bed. SOMEONE HELP OH GOD PLEASE! HP: 16 Damage: NONE CHRISTOF YOU WANT THIS DON'T YOU. "Ho Hum, I've a lovely in my hold. Ho Hum Off for Fun and Rum" Merrily the Tree continued to march off with it's prize. HP: 5Damage: 2Christof was at his wit's end, ready to bludgeon the tree with his backpack when yet another voice distracted him. Who was calling- OH NO IT WAS ONE OF THOSE HOTTIES THAT WAS FRIENDS WITH SIN. Locked in his horror, his blow missed. GREAT now he was going to get his arse handed to him in front of sexy witnesses! HP: 14 Damage: NONE JEEZE.
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Strait Jacket Girl rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:25 pm
Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Christof gave a terrified whine as he became trapped in a pine-needly stale-mate of a hug. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD at least the hug caused no damage... yet... but panic made it difficult to do anything about it. HP: 21 Damage: 0 "That's a good Sweet kins, Now lets go turn up some needles" While Still hugging Christof The Merry Tree tries to run away with him. HP: 5 Damage: 5Eyes wide with terror, the hunchback gave a horrified howl through his stitched lips, muffled and sounding a bit like a moose in distress. Kicking and flailing and dragging his feet, it seemed it was no use as the Tree tried to heft him up and cart him off to his unknown but more than likely terrifying domain. Probably equipped with colored lights and a rotating bed. SOMEONE HELP OH GOD PLEASE! HP: 16 Damage: NONE CHRISTOF YOU WANT THIS DON'T YOU. "Ho Hum, I've a lovely in my hold. Ho Hum Off for Fun and Rum" Merrily the Tree continued to march off with it's prize. HP: 5Damage: 2Christof was at his wit's end, ready to bludgeon the tree with his backpack when yet another voice distracted him. Who was calling- OH NO IT WAS ONE OF THOSE HOTTIES THAT WAS FRIENDS WITH SIN. Locked in his horror, his blow missed. GREAT now he was going to get his arse handed to him in front of sexy witnesses! HP: 14 Damage: NONE JEEZE. "Easy Babe Easy don't wanna be dropped on account of all that squirming" And As the tree spoke he dropped Christof HP: 5Damage: 3
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:27 pm
Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Christof gave a terrified whine as he became trapped in a pine-needly stale-mate of a hug. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD at least the hug caused no damage... yet... but panic made it difficult to do anything about it. HP: 21 Damage: 0 "That's a good Sweet kins, Now lets go turn up some needles" While Still hugging Christof The Merry Tree tries to run away with him. HP: 5 Damage: 5Eyes wide with terror, the hunchback gave a horrified howl through his stitched lips, muffled and sounding a bit like a moose in distress. Kicking and flailing and dragging his feet, it seemed it was no use as the Tree tried to heft him up and cart him off to his unknown but more than likely terrifying domain. Probably equipped with colored lights and a rotating bed. SOMEONE HELP OH GOD PLEASE! HP: 16 Damage: NONE CHRISTOF YOU WANT THIS DON'T YOU. "Ho Hum, I've a lovely in my hold. Ho Hum Off for Fun and Rum" Merrily the Tree continued to march off with it's prize. HP: 5Damage: 2Christof was at his wit's end, ready to bludgeon the tree with his backpack when yet another voice distracted him. Who was calling- OH NO IT WAS ONE OF THOSE HOTTIES THAT WAS FRIENDS WITH SIN. Locked in his horror, his blow missed. GREAT now he was going to get his arse handed to him in front of sexy witnesses! HP: 14 Damage: NONE JEEZE. "Easy Babe Easy don't wanna be dropped on account of all that squirming" And As the tree spoke he dropped Christof HP: 5Damage: 3The hunchbacked Igor snarled through his nose, having had QUITE ENOUGH OF THIS. Angrily, he finally swung his good leg up in a harsh STAMP right in a spot where the tree apparently had a bit of a termite problem. That's what he gets for late night intimate meetings with those willows in the bad part of town. YES. YES THERE WAS STILL HOPE TO SAVE FACE IN FRONT OF THE GIRLS. HP: 11 ((FFFF)) Damage: 4
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Strait Jacket Girl rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:39 pm
Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Eyes wide with terror, the hunchback gave a horrified howl through his stitched lips, muffled and sounding a bit like a moose in distress. Kicking and flailing and dragging his feet, it seemed it was no use as the Tree tried to heft him up and cart him off to his unknown but more than likely terrifying domain. Probably equipped with colored lights and a rotating bed. SOMEONE HELP OH GOD PLEASE! HP: 16 Damage: NONE CHRISTOF YOU WANT THIS DON'T YOU. "Ho Hum, I've a lovely in my hold. Ho Hum Off for Fun and Rum" Merrily the Tree continued to march off with it's prize. HP: 5Damage: 2Christof was at his wit's end, ready to bludgeon the tree with his backpack when yet another voice distracted him. Who was calling- OH NO IT WAS ONE OF THOSE HOTTIES THAT WAS FRIENDS WITH SIN. Locked in his horror, his blow missed. GREAT now he was going to get his arse handed to him in front of sexy witnesses! HP: 14 Damage: NONE JEEZE. "Easy Babe Easy don't wanna be dropped on account of all that squirming" And As the tree spoke he dropped Christof HP: 5Damage: 3The hunchbacked Igor snarled through his nose, having had QUITE ENOUGH OF THIS. Angrily, he finally swung his good leg up in a harsh STAMP right in a spot where the tree apparently had a bit of a termite problem. That's what he gets for late night intimate meetings with those willows in the bad part of town. YES. YES THERE WAS STILL HOPE TO SAVE FACE IN FRONT OF THE GIRLS. HP: 11 ((FFFF)) Damage: 4 "Awe Baby Come on, Don't be like that" The tree goes back to try and get Christof again. "It won't be that much longer baby." HP: 1Damage: 3
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:40 pm
Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Strait Jacket Girl Bilious Eyes wide with terror, the hunchback gave a horrified howl through his stitched lips, muffled and sounding a bit like a moose in distress. Kicking and flailing and dragging his feet, it seemed it was no use as the Tree tried to heft him up and cart him off to his unknown but more than likely terrifying domain. Probably equipped with colored lights and a rotating bed. SOMEONE HELP OH GOD PLEASE! HP: 16 Damage: NONE CHRISTOF YOU WANT THIS DON'T YOU. "Ho Hum, I've a lovely in my hold. Ho Hum Off for Fun and Rum" Merrily the Tree continued to march off with it's prize. HP: 5Damage: 2Christof was at his wit's end, ready to bludgeon the tree with his backpack when yet another voice distracted him. Who was calling- OH NO IT WAS ONE OF THOSE HOTTIES THAT WAS FRIENDS WITH SIN. Locked in his horror, his blow missed. GREAT now he was going to get his arse handed to him in front of sexy witnesses! HP: 14 Damage: NONE JEEZE. "Easy Babe Easy don't wanna be dropped on account of all that squirming" And As the tree spoke he dropped Christof HP: 5Damage: 3The hunchbacked Igor snarled through his nose, having had QUITE ENOUGH OF THIS. Angrily, he finally swung his good leg up in a harsh STAMP right in a spot where the tree apparently had a bit of a termite problem. That's what he gets for late night intimate meetings with those willows in the bad part of town. YES. YES THERE WAS STILL HOPE TO SAVE FACE IN FRONT OF THE GIRLS. HP: 11 ((FFFF)) Damage: 4 "Awe Baby Come on, Don't be like that" The tree goes back to try and get Christof again. "It won't be that much longer baby." HP: 1Damage: 3Christof dodged, trembling and shaking with the aftershocks of being dropped, and as he skidded through the ice and snow away from the eager reaching branches he gave a muffled cry as the ground slipped out from under him, the stitches of his hastily mended leg after the crash ripping free. A quick roll to the left and he managed to dodge another branch, but still the enormous bristling drunken lecher was on top of him! Hands groping for his backpack, his bell, anything as he lay crippled, he finally settled for the first thing his fingertips found- his own torn leg. With a snarl, he ripped the last stitches free and gave a wild, full-throttled swing. HP: 8 Damage: 4
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