One lovely Saturday morning, Emily Moffat's favorite vacuum, the Uber Sucker Pro, sucked it's last dirt particle and died. "Farewell my faithful friend," intoned Emily. "Your death was a noble one."
Never one to dwell over tragedy, Emily decided to go into town and buy a new vacuum right away.
At the very first store, she turned a corner and gasped! Was this fate? Was this love at first sight? Yes! A thousand times yes! For before Emily stood the Super Suck Excalibur Xtreme 9000+! The super advanced robot vacuum that uses Nasa technology and has a sucking power that is over 9000! It can even slice tomatoes!
And so it was that Emily Moffat skipped merrily home with her new vacuum, Excalibur...
...as well as a few other amazing and wonderful purchases.
Once home, Emily immediately put Excalibur to work. "Go forth and clean!" She commanded.
And so Excalibur rolled forth and cleaned. O! How Excalibur cleaned! It cleaned this way and that way! From here to there! Over and under! Around and then about! Soon, every surface sparkled and glimmered, and Emily was well satisfied with it's efforts. But Excalibur was not. And so it once again went forth to clean, this time venturing even further into the mansion.
"Ah, no. You don't have to clean there, I cleaned that area earlier, and so it's perfect already," Emily stated with smug pride.
Headless of her words, Excalibur continued to clean, surfaces sparkling brighter and brighter in it's wake. Emily stared at it in ever growing irritation, which soon turned to anger. "This thing! It wishes to challenge me?!"
And so she rolled up her sleeves and got to work. Side by side, she and Excalibur cleaned this way and that way! From here to there! Over and under! Around and then about! And when the bubbles finally settled, the winner was made clear...
Emily's side shimmered and sparkled in the afternoon sun! But Excalibur's side was so clean that it glowed from within with a thousand rainbows! A dark gloom of depression settled over Emily like a mantle. Her defeat had been obvious. She was no longer worthy of the one she held most dear.
It would be Excalibur who would stay by Miss Mindy's side, until the world was hers, and then forever after. Emily, who couldn't even clean a floor properly, would never again have a place by such a radiant personage!
And then, in the midst of her woe, a vision of hellfire appeared before, and in a great booming voice, it spake unto her, "THIS IS NOT THE WAY OF DON DIABLOS!" Falling to her knees, Emily cried out, "Oh great and terrible Diablos! What would you have me do in the face of adversity?!" "THE WAY OF DON DIABLOS ALLOWS FOR NO SUCH ADVERSITY! THE WAY OF DON DIABLOS IS TO DESTROY ALL SUCH THINGS!" The voice gave one final bellow of encouragement, leaving Emily once again alone with Excalibur.
Upon seeing the little robot, the maid knew what must be done.
And it was good.
THE END
Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:24 pm
Gonna Fly Now
In the icy depths of the winter evening, a small figure hopped down from the top of the fence surrounding Crystal Academy. After landing, they jogged in place for a moment, taking a quick look over their shoulder at one particular window that had been dark since lights-out. Turning back, they took off at a steady pace down the street.
Dressed in a set of gray hooded sweats, black fingerless gloves, and a black beanie covering short dark hair , the figure looked ready to shout “Yo, Adrian!” at any given moment. Personally, Emily felt “Yo, Algol!” would probably be more appropriate. If by “more appropriate” it was still not appropriate at all. She was, however, fairly satisfied when it started to snow lightly. It set the right tone for this particular bit of training. Even if she was also a bit cold and wet due to it.
Something a bit less satisfying was the fact that she was feeling winded before getting even halfway to the city courthouse. The girl’s expression hardened as she maintained her pace. This was unacceptable. Her stamina should be much better than this, would have to be better than this if she was to be able to support her mistress. Relying entirely on her senshi form was also unacceptable. Don Diablos wasn’t strong because he had a mask and a name. Don Diablos was strong because the man who wore that mask and carried that name was strong. Sailor Hestia needed to have the strength and ability to support Sailor Algol, and for that, Emily Moffat needed to become a stronger young woman. Much stronger.
Three-quarter’s to the courthouse and Emily’s sides started to burn. She would not stop, she would not give in to the desire to take deep, gasping breathes. She would, however, take more time to stretch before running next time. At least she was feeling far from cold now. But every few blocks, a small, extremely reasonable, part of her would say, “Why not stop here for now, and you can go all the way next time? Nothing terrible is going to happen if you don’t reach the courthouse this time.” And she would have to reply with, “What if…?”
What if Miss Mindy needs me to run to the courthouse one day?
What if she’s in trouble and I have to run across the town in order to reach her?
What if she’s hurt and I have to carry her a long distance?
What if I’m too slow-tired-weak and I get hurt and she doesn’t leave me behind?
What if she has to protect me?
What if I get her hurt?
What if I get her ki-
And suddenly the courthouse was looming above her, and Emily was running up it’s stairs. She jogged in place up at the top and lifted her arms in victory, staring at a sunrise that wasn’t there. She could run from Crystal to the courthouse without stopping. The girl began running down the steps, her expression relaxing for the first time since she had left the school. And she could run all the way back too.
As she jogged back through the streets, answers to the questions that had haunted her steps began to form in her heart.
If she needs me to to run to the stars, I will do so.
If she needs me, I will reach her.
If she falls, I will carry her.
She’ll never have to leave me behind, because I will always follow her.
She was over halfway back, and her pace began to steadily increase. Somehow, it was always easier to run toward the other girl, than away from her.
I will protect her.
I will take her pain.
The gate to the academy seemed smaller than before, hardly even a hindrance. Slowing, Emily jogged to the dorm building and smiled up at one particular window and the soft light shining gently from it.
She has given me this life, and I gladly hand it back to her.
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No Easy Way Out
It was well after midnight when two silhouettes stood outside the meatpacking plant just south of town. The smaller one stood confidently in head-to-toe gray-hooded sweats. The taller figure shivered and occasionally wobbled as they stared at the building. After a few moments the taller asked in a shaky, quarrelsome voice, "Where am I?"
Emily turned to him, stifling a sigh, "We're at the meat packing plant, Mickey."
"But my name's not Mickey...it's Gerald and who are you?" The light shifted to reveal the taller figure as an elderly man huddled in a bathrobe. He began to whine, growing more agitated, "I just wanted to find my way back to the rest home...just woke up out in the street. In the middle of the night. My god. What if one of those gangs had caught me up in their turf wars?! Those teenagers, it always something with them. These 'senshi' hoodlums are exactly why we need the draft again. In my day kids were too busy being shot at and getting malaria to be getting up to the sorts of shenanigans I keep seeing on the news. Why just the other day...hey you, what are you doing?" Caught up in his rant, he hadn't noticed the girl move toward the doors. What had caught his attention was the loud 'click!' that had echoed into the night.
"Did you just break in?!" The old man clutched at his chest and pointed at her with an accusing finger. "My god! You're breaking in! You're one of them aren't you?! One of those senshi thugs!"
Emily turned and stared flatly at the man. When she had found out about this place, she had been excited to be able to really go the distance with her training. But...something had been missing. She hadn't been able to really put her finger on it until she had seen the old man having a rather violent disagreement with a mailbox on her way to the plant. The sight of him kindled something in her heart, this was what she needed. Or rather who. The missing ingredient had been...
"Mickey."
The old man startled at the sound of her voice, having been held in some strange trance caused by what could only have been ascribed to her lethal senshi stare. Then he realized what she called him and harrumphed. "I told you girl, my name's not Mickey and if you think you can just go around calling people..." His voice petered off as he felt her staring at him again.
"Mickey."
The man stared back before grumbling, "S'pose I could be Mickey. Guess there's nothing wrong with being a Mickey. Like their way with potatoes. Knew a man named Mickey once. Was a damn fairy." She was still staring. "Just sayin."
"Get in." Feeling confident that she now her trainer in hand, Emily walked into the building. Not waiting for Mickey to finish his cautious shuffle-steps, she disappeared into the darkness, searching out a specific area.
Mickey peered about, and considered his chances of escape. Probably low. Probably there was one or two more of her hooligan friends waiting outside in case he tried to flee their deviant clutches. Probably he was better off waiting right here. Place like this should have some sort of security system. Probably the police were on their way right now. He'd be a goddamn hero. Get extra servings of custard on Thursdays at the home, just like that looby Murphy, always crying about the leg he got shot off in the wars. Everyone knew it was because he went on a drinking binge and fell into a damn train, but the nurses humored him anyways. Mickey harrumphed to himself again, before remembering that he was in Mortal Danger from some creepy little terrorist kid.
"Hey are you coming back? I need a chair. If you find a chair could you bring it over? Damn mailbox ate my cane earlier. Not as young as I look you know." He looked about 80-going-on-Methuselah. "Was a time I could have made a chair in the time you've been gone. Could've broken the wood apart with my bare hands-"
"I knew I chose well in you, Mickey," Emily's soft voice came suddenly from behind him.
The man startled and jumped back with a loud "AIIIIEEEEEEE! Don't just sneak up on a man like that! Give me a heart attack! My god! I'm probably having a heart attack right now, but 'm too shocked to notice!" He pounded a fist against his chest to get his heart back in working order. In Mickey's experience, if its broken, hit it repeatedly. His continued ability to live was testament enough for him that this was the way to do it. Heart doctors were for sissies too afraid or stupid to hit their chests hard enough.
Ignoring the old man's antics, Emily pointed out a doorway that now shone through the darkness. "I found it. We need to get started right away, as I only have so much time to spend here, Mickey." A note of soft frustration seeped into her voice. There was so much that needed to be done, for Miss Mindy, Mr. Monty, and herself. A small part of her wished she and Miss Mindy had never gained their new abilities.
A small part of Mickey hoped that this "only so much time" business meant she was going to die soon. Or get deported. He'd heard the Senshi all came from Russia. Or Cuba. Whichever. They were all a bunch of damn commies anyways. "Would serve her right," he mumbled, following her into the room before stopping and staring in a sort of dawning horror. There were chains. And hooks. And blood. Oh dear muppety Jesus that was blood. But the worst part, the most terrifying part...were the carcasses hanging from the hooks. He had died. This was hell. The next carcass would undoubtedly be his own.
Manfully holding back his oncoming hysteria, Mickey asked, fearing her answer, "What..." he paused, noticing the colder air for the first time. Oh god, hell was cold and he had forgotten his sweater. If he had known it would end like this, he would have tried harder to find the mythical peephole in the nurses changing rooms. Licking his lips, he started again, "What are we gonna do here?"
Turning to him, she declared with a militant look in her eye, "We're going to eat lightning and we're going to crap thunder."
Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 4:40 am
I'm no Angel
Amidst the throng of mullets, facial hair, and alarmingly stretched out t-shirts waiting outside the Destiny City Coliseum, stood a small girl in the light blue uniform of Crystal Academy. With her back straight, eyes foreword, and hands clasped lightly in front of her, Emily looked more than a little out of place in the loud and rowdy line. The only thing about her that indicated that no, she was not lost, thank you for your concern, was the Don Diablos pin shining proudly on her chest.
Outwardly calm, Emily’s heart was beating quickly, and she was having trouble fighting down a flush of excitement. She had been waiting weeks for the opportunity to attend one of her favorite pro-wrestler’s matches, and the time had finally come! And this wasn’t just any fight, oh no, it was the semi-semi-semi finals of the Destiny City Ultimate Wrestling Countdown to DOOMSDAY Tournament of Terror. She had heard that this year, the finals would be held in an electrified metal dome, with only one rule: Two men enter, one man leaves. Just thinking of it gave her chills. Don Diablos was definitely going to make it there, and Emily was going to watch every moment that she could.
A small bump to her side, startled Emily out of her reverie. Looking around, she saw a small child staring up her with a big, chocolate-covered smile. “Lolllliiiiiiiii!!!” It cheered happily as she stared at it in confusion. A small, dirty hand reached up and tugged at her skirt pocket, declaring, “Can has!”
The first thing that Emily realized at that moment, was that the child was wearing an Angelic Avenger T-shirt. Emily’s lip curled up in a small sneer at the image of the so-called “kindest man of the ring.” He was her least favorite pro-wrestler, and one day he was going to meet his viciously brutal end via Don Diablos, and she would be there to cheer it on. The second thing Emily noticed was that her skirt was now covered in sticky child-goop and that a half-eaten lollipop had been placed in her skirt pocket.
Her expression didn’t change, and she didn’t move a great deal, but a subtle shift occurred. Where once Emily simply stood in calm confusion, she now loomed murderously above her small attacker. Even her glinting Don Diablos pin took on an aura of glaring menace. The people in line nearby began to unconsciously move a little away from the pair. Destiny City survival instincts: getting sharper everyday.
Oh-so-slowly she leaned down to look the child in the eye, and very simply stated, “Move away, or I will move you away.”
Beaming, the kid went in for a hug, "Angewic Mertheee!"
What?
Did it just grant her Angelic Mercy? As in the Angelic Mecry that stupid wrestler gives his losing opponents instead of smashing their head into the floor as is only good and proper?! Oh no. Oh hell no.
Prying the little hands off of her, Emily sneered, "A member of the Don Diablos fanclub has no need for your pathetic mercy."
The child reattached itself as soon as she was finally free of it's rather disgusting clutches. "I wubs yew."
Emily stared in horrified disbelief. Was this a youma? It was definitely strange. And inhuman. And attacking her in this grubby, disgusting way. It had to be a youma.
As she tried to fend off it's grabby, candy hands, Emily came to the conclusion that the negaverse was most definitely her enemy. Any organization that allowed Angelic Avenger fans into its ranks was obviously in need of complete and total annihilation.
With a small spray bottle in one hand, and a handkerchief in the other, Sailor Hestia surveyed the Meadowview gymnasium with a slight frown. This sort of setting was hardly acceptable for a secret gathering of super powers, let alone Miss Algol. If they had to be in such a grungy environment, couldn't the strange dream creature have picked something more impressive? Like an abandoned warehouse or maybe even an ancient cave once used for horrific rituals and sacrifices? Stifling a sigh, Hestia returned her attention to the task at hand, and continued sanitizing a section of bleachers for her mistress's use. Once satisfied, she settled a pristinely white cloth with dainty lace edging, and took a step back to make sure it was perfectly even. One had to have standards, after all, no matter where they find themselves.
Seeing her mistress properly settled, the Senshi of Housekeeping eyed the rest of the gathering. They were and extremely colorful group, and Hestia was unable to find any one really unifying characteristic. Even the uniforms that declared "Senshi!" to the world at large, varied greatly. Letting her eyes slip back to Sailor Algol, she couldn't help but feel a bit smug. Her mistress was like a ghostly gleaming pearl surrounded by clowns. Hestia wouldn't be a bit surprised if this gathering hadn't been called to declare Sailor Algol their Supreme Ruler. Actually, it would be a bit disappointing if they didn't.
As the meeting was called to begin with a nice show of magical cat transformation, Hestia tried to catch Mr. Monty's eyes and send him the mental message that this meeting had better be to crown Miss Algol. Sadly, the message never made it, as the entirety of her attention was immediately caught by the cell phone that appeared before her. Staring at it, Hestia's eyes sparkled eagerly. A super high-tech magical cell phone?! She had been initially alarmed by the dream summons, the dingy meeting area, the gaudy crowd, and the fact that Mr. Monty was apparently not the Supreme Cat Boss. But this...while not quite on the level of her henshin pen...this was a definite step in the right direction, as far as Hestia's positive opinion went.
Listening intently to the Cat Boss's instructions, the Senshi of Housekeeping held up her phone and began trying to collect the names and numbers of the scouts nearby, as well as those who stood up to ask questions. No doubt her mistress would want as much information on as many of these people as possible. This kept her quite busy until the question of force was brought up.
Looking up, Hestia couldn't help but scoff, her expression one of complete disbelief and scorn. Obviously some people needed to learn some of the touching life lessons offered by the greatest wrestler of their era: Don Diablos. "To hit something until it stops moving." That is the way of Don Diablos, and Hestia did her best to live by it. So, apparently, did the person named Kunzite, and the small maid senshi found her self nodding along and silently wishing that she too had a sword. Or, better yet, that chainsaw she had been scoping out the other day.
She felt a brief pang at not being the Senshi of Chainsaws, but quickly got over it when she noticed a cobweb swaying mere inches away from Sailor Algol's shining cascade of hair. Quickly, using her henshin-enhanced reflexes, Hestia's hand darted out to snatch and toss it away as far as possible. Once again, she felt fairly impressed with the Boss Cat, for foreseeing such circumstances and having them come already transformed.
The word "leadership" brought Hestia's attention back to the meeting at hand. She sat up straighter, a tight feeling in her chest. This was it. The time for her mistress to be brought forward as the leader of a large group of super powered beings capable of bringing Sailor Algol's ambitions to fruition years earlier than previously speculated.
'The Princess'?
Boss Cat must mean Algol. Well, 'princess' would be a good enough title to start...
The title and the tone with which it was spoken rang oddly within her, a strange vibration that set her teeth on edge.
Hestia did her best to ignore it, and waited intently for the cat-lady to clarify, to name the name above all others, everything else that was said being utterly unimportant compared to that. And then...
"Show's over."
That was it. The feeling in Hestia's chest shifted to an anticipation of a different sort, her expression becoming grim as she once again surveyed the senshi crowded into the gymnasium. Bringing her new cell phone back up, she re-opened the scan menu and began methodically gathering more senshi names and numbers. Somehow there seemed more of them now, and more...capable, than before. Capable of what, exactly, was the question.
Because if they weren't going to be Miss Algol's followers...well...
...it would be up to Hestia to make sure they didn't become obstacles either.
Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 4:25 am
Dirty Work
There are certain advantages to having super powers. The ability to quickly get from point A to point B very quickly is often one of them. And so it was Sailor Hestia, and not Emily Moffat, who ran down the streets and over the buildings of Destiny City in order to get home in time to run Miss Mindy’s bath and then watch Extreme Pro-Wrestling Makeovers: We Will Break Your Face In Edition on TV.
It was already dark out, and definitely cold, but another aspect of having super powers was not getting cold. No matter how short your skirt was. Or at least, never letting anyone else think you were cold, and Sailor Hestia was certainly not going to shiver over something as trivial as the temperature. So if some watchful bystander happened to see her body shake a little as she landed in yet another fairly disgusting alleyway, it was not the weather that affected her. She was simply quivering with anticipation at the prospect of using the new bubble bath she had purchased for Miss Mindy. Not the cold.
Hestia’s mind was so full of Miss Mindy’s upcoming bath and not being cold at all, that she almost didn’t notice the body at her feet. Or what appeared to be a giant, animated trashcan creature looming above it. She gave both beings a moment of consideration, and toed the body. Possibly still alive. Also: possibly dead. Which would give her some good news to bring home to Miss Mindy. Sure the world was filled with billions of people, but every life counts, and it’s important to acknowledge even the small victories.
Overcoming the strange urge to shout, “In the name of Hestia, it’s time to take out the trash!” at the garbage creature, the Senshi of Housekeeping simply stood by and wondered if she really had time to bother with it. A sad disadvantage of having super powers was that the accompanying super costumes rarely came with a watch.
With a small huff, Hestia set down her shopping bag in a spot that may, in the dark, possibly be somewhat clean-ish. She'd burn it later. Turning back to the trash creature which had taken the opportunity to stealthily get closer to the small senshi. Well, as stealthily as a giant garbage can can get. Which, oddly enough, is more than you would think. All ninja-like prowess aside, Hestia's only warning was the sudden and profound stench that was right behind her.
Whipping around, her attack was on her lips before the trashcan had a chance to realize it'd just been made. "It's time to shine!" A small spiraling whirlwind of bubbles and sparkles shot from the delicate white glove pointed at the monster. Hestia struck a Don Diablos Signature Pose. It was all very impressive for about ten seconds.
Right up until a beam of light shot forth from where the attack had hit the trashcan and blinded Hestia, despite her fairly awesome pose. In her eagerness to get rid of the disgusting thing, she had forgotten one small detail. Her attack? Not Kamehameha. And simply pointing it at the enemy could only end in tragedy. For her.
It would be one thing if this was the first time, or even the third or fourth time this had happened. But the sad fact was, this had happened every single time she used her attack. Having to consider the execution and consequences of her attack before actually attacking, was really great on theory. Hestia approved. Really. The most thorough and correct way was always the best. But when it comes to a fight, Hestia's the "bludgeon into submission" type, and she had yet to get over her initial instinct to just hit the enemy until it stops moving.
Embarrassed heat washed over the senshi's face as she blinked rapidly against the fading light of her fading attack. Moments later, her vision began to return just in time for the little maid to see what looked like a wave of garbage wash over her.
Any thought she might have had of coming up with an actual plan went out the window as Hestia found that not only was she now covered in trash, but the thing had absolutely ruined her shopping bag and everything within it. Shaking with a rage she rarely experienced, the Senshi of Housekeeping pointed once again at her disgusting foe.
"IN THE NAME OF MISS MINDY'S BATH, I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU HELL."
She was definitely going to miss her show.
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HESTIAN DELVING inspired by the solo ttrpg Delve by Blackwellwriter
To start: create and describe the entrance or another room you're starting from. Pick a direction to head in.
♥ = health and stamina, deduct one when either a dangerous event occurs or strenuous effort is required. These refresh by the next day.
1 ♥ for civs and stage 1 powered guests 2 ♥ for Hestia and stage 2 powered guests 3 ♥ for Super Hestia and stage 3 powered guests 4 ♥ for Eternal Hestia, stage 4 powered guests, and Mauvians
Add an extra ♥ to Hestia if she transcends
Roll 2d10. Rolling double causes a related flashback (current limit: once every other day).
You roll a 2
You find a natural barrier, but something tells you there might be something not far behind it if you forced a way through. Choose to either ignore this area and go back or break through the barrier. Roll 1d4 to see the results
1: a natural element of the world shows you its dangerous side by bursting through the hole you've made! While you manage to survive, nearby chambers may be damaged or rendered inaccessible as a result. (-1♥)
2: you enter a tomb or some other chamber used to house/honor the dead. (-1♥)
3: you find treasure! Kinda! The chamber is either full of impressive valuables that crumble at your touch, or contains one damaged but salvageable piece of treasure to take back and potentially have restored. (-1♥)
4: you find the den of some kind of creature, long gone, but its traces still remain. (-1♥)
You roll a 3
Roll 1d4 to determine the size of the chamber (1-4 units). Then choose which venue of the Arts you find there.
You find a gallery of art. You walk into a library. You discover on what seems to be a theatre of sorts. You uncover a large amount of, upon inspection, appears to be musical instruments.
You roll a 4
The path continues. Nothing happens.
You roll a 5
Choose which type of area you find here.
You almost miss a hidden marketplace entrance. You come across a street of store fronts. You find what might've been a small sort of pharmacy or apothecary's hut. You enter a place where wealth was kept.
You roll a 6
Choose which type of area you find here.
You find what looks like a set of personal chambers. But the contents look a little different. Possibly someone from another world? You enter a large, impressive looking area. It has an official look to it. Further inspection makes it seem like a possible embassy. You find a large market area. Here and there you notice things that don't quite match with what you've seen from the rest of this world. You look around and find indications that some sort of violent conflict had occurred.
You roll a 7
Choose which type of area you find here.
The furniture of this chamber looks a lot smaller than what you've seen so far. Are those toys? There's a series of rooms with indications that it may have been a school of some kind. This chamber opens up into a large place that looks made for fun or leisure. Possibly a park.
You roll an 8
The path continues. Nothing happens.
You roll a 9
Choose which type of area you find here.
There's a nearly complete set of something on a table. It looks a little like a game. A huge space that contains a large, open area and rows of stands. A sports arena? The chamber holds a lot of items that remind you of high school gym class. A fairly dangerous looking area stretched before you, but you notice a few signs that people might have challenged this area for fun.
You roll a 10
The path continues. Nothing happens.
You roll an 11
The floor gives way and... Roll 1d4 to see the results
1: ...you plunge into some sort of substance. (-1♥ depending on substance)
2: ...you're trapped inside what looks like some kind of jail cell. (-1♥)
3: ...you hit the floor below and that one gives way too. (-1♥)
4: ...you fall into some kind of trap, over a thousand years old, but apparently it still works just fine. (-2♥)
You roll a 12
You enter a massive area. Choose what awaits.
A gigantic statue of someone. A huge plaque. A towering monument. A skeleton that more than rivals that of Earth's dinosaurs.
You roll a 13
Choose which type of area you find here.
A broken wall reveals an area that looks like it belonged to a much more primitive time. The items in this area don't look quite as advanced as the rest of the world, perhaps an age before the last one? The entrance to this chamber is difficult to get through to and it definitely costs you to get inside, but within you find what might've been the pinnacle of technology for this civilization. (-2♥)
You roll a 14
The path continues. Nothing happens.
You roll a 15
Choose which type of area you find here.
You stumble upon an ancient crime scene. A series of environmental puzzles await you. Roll 1d4.
[1] Great success! You gain a small treasure with ease. [2] Moderate success! You gain a small treasure after some struggle. (-1♥) [3] Moderate failure. You don't get anything even after all that. (-1♥) [4] Great failure! You struggled to even survive and didn't even get a t-shirt for it. (-2♥)
Did this very ominous, very hidden chamber belong did a cult? What stands before you is one of the world's great secrets. Not that you know that fact. Or even understand what you're seeing. (-1♥ depending on how this secret was protected)
You roll a 16
The path continues. Nothing happens.
You roll a 17
Choose which type of area you find here.
You find a pair tokens, separate but matching. You find a photo, painting, or sculpture of someone who was ridiculously good looking. In fact, you find them all over the place. (This person's visage will now show up in every room roll divisible by 5.) Are these the remains of a wedding ceremony? Scrawled or carved on a wall, you notice some kind of graffiti. Somethings really are just universal.
You roll a 18
Choose which type of area you find here.
You notice several small sets of bones that must have belonged to an animal. You see a structure that might have been some sort of insect colony or hive. You find some sort of new plant life you hadn't seen here before, struggling and barely there. Maybe you came just in time. You reach out to inspect something that looks organic and find yourself mildly poisoned. (-1♥)
You roll a 19
The path continues. Nothing happens.
You roll a 20
Choose which type of area you find here.
You step into a large area and see signs of some sort of festival or celebration. You start to see signs of what might've been a holiday. (These signs will now show up in every room roll divisible by 6.) You find what might be a church or temple. You stumble upon an area dedicated to warning/reminding the populace of their Great Enemy.
Incredibly excited for today's announcement! It's been the work of months and the accumulation of years of getting to know you, my precious friends, while growing through #TheCleansingWay!
Keep an eye on YouTube for more information!
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Sometimes I put too much confidence in how my day begins. If it starts nice I'll assume it'll stay nice, and if it starts bad, then I think something terrible is waiting around every corner. But those events, bad or good, don't wait for any specific signal to make themselves known. It's up to ourselves to always be ready to embrace a sudden good, or kick the a** of a sudden bad! #nolimits #girlbossing
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2023 2:55 pm
Emily Moffat ✓@maid4youtv • Mar 2⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
It's so important to let our goals guide us, to give us a reason to always be moving forward and refining ourselves and our ideals! But don't forget that being thoughtless while charging toward our goals can bring needless problems and obstacles. Take the time to find the clearest and cleanest Way forward! #YouGotThis
