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Yamashii rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 4:30 pm
HEY I'M "MICKEY YENSID" AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED
Username: Yamashii
Trolls Name: Mickey Yensid (Cerpin Sugall)
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.
Something about the booth drew him to it. Maybe it was the sense of risk and danger. Maybe it was the chance to show off. Or maybe it was because he was a little immature s**t and it said 'a**' on it. Whatever the reason, the disguised yellowblood trotted up immediately and signed off on the waiver. It wasn't important anyways since he was well, y'know, invincible and perfect.
Taking the pole offered to him, Cerpin took off with a solid run and threw himself into the air. It felt great to be in flight, like he was free of all grievances and responsibilities. He was not however free of consequences. He focused too much on striking a fearsome pose with his legs kicking forward like a martial artist movie star that he barely had time to correct his form in order to land safely!
Unfortunately for all around him, he did manage to land decently (brilliantly in his words) enough to laugh haughtily and proclaim himself a genius athlete. The yellowblood collected his prize, a detailed bobblehead, and left with a grin on his face. He couldn't wait for the next round, he was gonna ace em all and be a star!
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seekingCylem rolled 1 100-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 4:54 pm
HEY I'M SASCHA AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: seekingCylem Trolls Name: Sascha Diasis 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.  Bloodfest! The sights, the sounds, the energy! It was shaping up to be just as lively as last summer's fair. The excitement was doing its part to get Sascha's blood pumping, but a little more warmth wouldn't be unwelcome. He paused in front of a booth. Bagwormother almost ran into the backs of his knees. That one. Sascha gaped at the... aggressively decorated booth as a smile spread across his face. Nothing like a little exercise to warm you up! The vaulting pike was long and unwieldly in Sascha's hands, which should have been his first warning. Still it would take more than a little discomfort and complete lack of experience to deter Sascha from doing something potentially so cool. Besides, theoretically he'd be able to hover at some point in the future. What was the harm with getting a little practice in early? Sascha ran at his target, hitting it dead-on as expected. What Sascha didn't expect, however, was how fast he was going to be flung into the air. "EEYAAAAAHHHH!!" Sascha shrieked at the apex of his jump. Not only was he completely lacking in control of his speed or trajectory, but he was just now seeing the cluster of other trolls cluttering up the landing area. He was about to break all kinds of bones, and not just his own. The atmosphere around Sascha crackled with the subconscious attempt to stop his fall, or at least slow it somewhat. The air felt dense and for a split second, Sascha believed he was holding himself aloft. Before spiking himself into the ground. What should have been hard-packed snow was dented a number of inches in Sascha's silhouette as he lay face down in the snow a hair's breadth from the tangle of girls piled next to him. A pool of yellow was definitely starting to ooze from beneath Sascha's face. Bagwormother patiently waited outside the vicinity of the launchpad. She'd seen her son do worse headers in his own front yard. He'd shake it off. Eventually. ((Another one bites the dust.))
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melona-pan rolled 1 100-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 5:17 pm
HEY I'M FROSSA AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: melona-pan Trolls Name: Frosser 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. It was Frossa's turn now.
After waving down Miss Sarcel-what-were-you-doing-in-the-ablution-block-with-my-Alifax-huh-Sincel with an enthusiastic greeting, Frossa politely took her place in line. Mittened hands balled up eagerly, she bounced on the heels of her boots in overflowing anticipation. It looked easy- and more importantly- fun! There were stars in the little purpleblood's eyes as she watched the others soar through the sky one by one, both gracefully and... not so gracefully, but each and every display brought forth a thrilled, maniacal giggle. This was gunna be good.
Struggling with the vaulting pole, Frossa found that no matter the angle she lifted it at, she simply couldn't keep one end from dragging across the snow. She puffed out her cheeks in irritation, but persisted nonetheless, pacing backwards to get more sprint-time. What would it be like to fly?
The little thing never stood a chance, really.
Somehow, somehow, Frossa was able to run fast enough and get enough force to pop herself up into the air. Unfortunately, that was about it.
What came next happened so fast, Frossa was barely able to register it. "Oof--" The landing itself wasn't so awful. After being sent sprawling through the air, limbs a'flailin', she took a hard land on the rump and slammed backwards, winding herself.
But she didn't stop there. And boy, did she go.
Frossa had been moving too fast, she was too light-- the snow was supposed to cushion the falls- but over here it was packed tightly and closer resembled ice. As soon as Frossa regained breath, she let out a wild fit of scream-laughter.
That was, until she saw where she was headed.
There was no time to switch to a real scream of alarm- the little purpleblood went shooting into the pile of tangled children, feet first. Frossa felt her feet connect with what was likely someone's face.
She howled with laughter.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 6:32 pm
The overwhelming amount of trolls that showed up was nothing short of surprising. Sarcel was hoping there would be interest, and albeit most of the ones who showed up were kids, but still. It made her happy, if not... well, nervous. Buckle down Sarce, things were going to be okay, no freak outs here.
"Sure, go as many times as you want. Come back tomorrow if you wanna' see pointy." she winked at the small blueblood that approached her booth first. He didn't do too bad, huh?
Who came next was a total ******** shock; it may have been ages, but Sarcel recognized him immediately. Fellah brought back a whole swell of emotions, memories, thoughts... not necessarily good ones, either, because they made her think of him. Not that Fellah had done anything inherently wrong, but... she only offered a taut smile. "Why don't we meet up later?" she had a booth to man, after all. Besides, Eostre was right behind him and she was trying to speed this process up. Dammit, she was good.
Then there was this... Daquan fellow that she didn't recognize. Did she? It wasn't the same, but something seemed off about him. He preformed flawlessly, and she squinted hard when they made eye contact. Was that...
"Hello there!"
Thoughts thoroughly stopped short, Sarcel bit her tongue. "Mentha." she remembered the troll from the party all too well. After her was what seemed to be a juggalo seadweller (how odd), but then after...
She'd been staring down that blueblood, and then Sarcel was staring at the ripped forum in her hand when she heard Malice shrieking. Yep, that'd need a band-aide. She was ready to offer some when Lorata barreled through, and then some greenblood. They looked like they were going too fast, didn't they? Wait oh—
Ohhh god. Oh god....
"That's... not too good." she was cringing when Aerona came over, and it took her a second, but she did vaguely recognize the troll. "Oh!" she had been handing out cards herself, but this was the first time someone grabbed one on their own, "I'm trying to gather interest for a fitness group. We'd work out and spar together and work on strengthening our bodies, that sort of stuff. Community dealy." she explained offhandedly. Honestly, she had been so preoccupied explaining that she hadn't noticed Akkira at first, until she started screaming at what seemed to be no one in particular. Hey, she was pretty good though!
"Good job, kid!" seems like some of them were more graceful than others. Wait, her eyes were awfully red... was she blind? Dang.
Sarcel watched as even more children joined the pile... was that Frossa? At least she was on top, though she worried silently for Lorata who was presumably at the near-bottom. "That's gonna be some colorful snow..."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 7:14 pm
Psykgi Mentha
Psykgi managed to not end up in the tangle of limbs and bruises. She watched as, one after another, the pile on occurred. Somehow, she didn't laugh. She did, however, clap a little. Was that Lorata? Of all trolls, Lorata?
This was going to be a fascinating booth...
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zeflamigo rolled 1 100-sided dice:
30
Total: 30 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 10:24 pm
HEY I'M LEEROI FURORE AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED
Username: Kimbley Kitty
Trolls Name: Leeroi Furore
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.
Leeroi let out a shrill war cry, body shaking in anticipation for this booth. Despite being run by Sarcel Cincil, a troll he had previously assumed had a stick up her butt, the sheer concept of the booth was calling his name. So he forged his lusus' permission (though he was fairly certain she wouldn't mind either way, he had gotten into far worse in the past) and grabbed up the equipment, ready to run.
Shifting excitedly, he turned the pole in his hands. Giving another war cry, he took off, wobbling as fast as his he could in his thick bubble jacket. Planting the pole in the ground, a swift feeling of impending doom wafted over him as he felt his feet lift off the ground. He skyrocketed up into the air, and fell right back down at a near 90 degree angle, hitting the ground with a graceful belly flop, snow silencing his screams.
After a moment, he stirred, lifting his head with a groan. "P-Prize," He muttered, sticking out his hands greedily to collect his winnings. Dogtags and bandaids in tow, he stumbled away to the next booth.
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thyPOPE rolled 1 100-sided dice:
52
Total: 52 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:06 am
It was weird to have a friend, but Alifax was pretty sure that Sarcel Cincil was one. That sounded really weird. It was just that, he'd spent so long only socializing with Frossa and Hazzan - there were some other trolls he could say he recognized, but no one whose company he actively sought out. Except Sarcel, now, apparently. So as a - a friend, he guessed he kind of had to help her out? Or something? By heading over. Although she didn't really need the help. Her thing was popular, apparently. She'd already collected a number of those waivers. HEY I'M Alifax Bunsem AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: thyPOPE Trolls Name: Alifax Bunsem 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. " Hey," he told her when she handed him the pole. This was a pretty good idea. A test of whether people could take care of themselves, right? Although he wasn't sure that he had any experience at all pole vaulting. He didn't really see why this stick was necessary to land in some snow. Couldn't he just jump while holding it? Why wasn't there some sort of bar or wall to clear? ...well, he guessed some trolls were probably too short for that. Still. Whatever. He took off at a slight run and leapt into a clean pile of snow. Largely on purpose, because no one would look at any environment dyed blue by blood and decide yes, I need to look like I've murdered a highblood today. Uh. Probably not, anyway. Probably not the kind of person who'd spend time at Sarcel's booth, anyway. He nodded at Sarcel when the line cleared, looking over the prizes with a neutral expression. " I'll take the chronometric carpal ticker," he said. It looked more practical than the other thing. Also like it'd maybe cost a bit more to make. He accepted the strap and dog tags, too. Could this be melted down to be resold?
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Green Minuet rolled 1 100-sided dice:
79
Total: 79 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 1:32 am
HEY I'M LUTRIN AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED Username: Green Minuet Trolls Name: Lutrin Weesil 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. Extreme endurance. Extreme skill. Extra-extreme challenge. Not for the faint of pumpbiscuit. Needless to say the sign board said none of those things. At least not in this level of reality. Lutrin, with her eyes shining however, saw beyond three dimensional plane that most creatures of Alternia were limited to. She saw the truth of things, the very nature and core of their existence. She saw and she knew... that this could only mean one thing. EXTREME SPORTS.Zipping past Sarcel like a miniature dust devil, Lutrin seized one of the poles. It fit snugly in her fist. Taking a moment, she gauged the material, tapping it with her nails, bending it this way and that, and testing its resistance to calcium prongs (to put more simply: she stuck it in her mouth). The pole had a good weight to it. Heavier than her broom, but whippier too. She gave it a few swordsman like swings, just to be sure. Yup. Definitely whippier. Broom-like qualities aside (or lack thereof), Lutrin got down to business. Zipping over to the snowdrifts like a reverse miniature dust devil, she searched for an ideal location. It did not take long to find one. A high plateau of snow, untouched, glittering, and sparkling, stood off to one side. It called her name. Lutrin could hear it in the frosty winds. Lutrin raised the pole over her head, stretching her arm to its full length. Her eyes closed. Snow fell around her. Her mouth moved silently, mouthing a sanctimonious invocation to her ancestors. She channelled the lessons of her predecessors past, and those of the wild beasts. Then eyes closed, she took a running leap. “Wheeeeeeeeeee!”A befitting battle cry for an bird of prey such as herself, reminiscent of the noble eagle. For a moment, she was nothing more than a black silhouette against the moonlight, a spectral flier on dark wings. Then she tumbled lightly into the snow drift. A cloud of snow burst around her, marking her landing in a puffy white mist. Rising to her feet, Lutrin bowed deeply. No matter that next to one one was looking. She had to pay proper respect where it was due! And the winds had guided her well that day. As soon as she finished paying her respects to the unseen forces of the world, she hopped down off the slope to retrieve her pole. She had no more than picked it up off the ground when something caught her eye. A pile of trolls having an unforgiveable amount of fun. She tapped her chin thoughtfully. Her gaze went from the trolls, to her pole, then back to the trolls again. A moment later, her face lit up. “Wheeeeeeeeeee times two!!”That was the only warning the other trolls got. Lutrin crash landed on top of them a second later.
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Doutei rolled 1 100-sided dice:
43
Total: 43 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 1:46 am
HEY I'M NUCLEO GLATTE AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED
Username: Doutei
Trolls Name: Nucleo Glatte
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.
"Sure sounds fun!"
He couldn't believe he'd said those words mere minutes ago when he'd approached this booth. Children were vaulting into each other with loud noises and chaos! Part of it was kind of fun in a panicked sort of way but Nucleo was beginning to regret having signed that form. But it was too late now, there was no way he was going to chicken out! He wasn't known for being especially prideful but every troll had a little bit to them! Anyways, they'd given him the pole and now it was his turn to vault! Stepping back, the greenblood tried to remember any television he'd seen with a pole vaulter. He had no idea what technique went into this and while he was fit enough to keep up with average trolls, he wasn't super ripped.
"Ah... here goes." Struggling to launch himself, Nucleo was impressed at the fact he managed to do it at all! He didn't flounder about like a crab on it's back and that was good enough for him! While his aim was pretty decently off mark, he'd gotten the general idea of it!
And the thrill to come back again tomorrow!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:56 am
DOING ROLLOVER PLS DON'T POST
(winners being rolled in next post --> wink
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Melancholies generated a random number between
1 and 15 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:00 am
ROLLING FOR FIRST TICKET
Glitch
Unaru
Purp
Leon
Drac
Kyle
Birdy
Aura
Quite
Sai
Yams
Kimbley
Pope
Green
Dou
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Melancholies generated a random number between
1 and 14 ...
4!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:01 am
ROLLING FOR SECOND TICKET
(NO 25, 50, 75, or 100)
Unaru
Purp
Leon
Drac
Kyle
Birdy
Aura
Quite
Sai
Yams
Kimbley
Pope
Green
Dou
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Melancholies generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
3!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:04 am
ROLLING FOR THIRD TICKET, BECAUSE I HONESTLY CANT PICK A FAV POST FROM THE KID CARNAGE PILE IT WAS ALL TOO GOOD
Birdy
Aura
Quite
Green
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:10 am
CONGRATS YOU ASININE FOOLS vvv GET READY FOR DAY 2 INCOMING vvv
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:18 am
Oh. Things are looking a little more interesting now. The large shelves of snow are absent. Instead everything is flat with the occasional mound acting as an obstacle. There's a surprising number of snowmobiles set up, shiny and new, as well as a large assortment of... jousting rods? Oh. "We were going to use golf carts," Sarcel says, "But they just weren't that conducive with the snow, y'know? Oh, feel free to decorate them, we have spray cans and baseball bats." HOW TO PLAY:There are two ways to play! You can either do it alone (versus a dummy) or in teams against others! Sarcel highly encourages going against each other. The rules are pretty similar for both. Just grab a jousting rod (or a bat, or any blunt object) and hop on! ALONE, FOR THE LONESOME TROLL:Roll 2d10! The first number is your 'dummy', the second is you! Your number must be higher than the second one to win! TOGETHER, IN IT FOREVER:Each Team* rolls a 1d10, and the highest number wins! Similar concepts, right? (aka ONLY ONE TROLL ROLLS PER TEAM) *Teams can consist of however many trolls as you can fit on the snowmobile wink Either pre-arrange with friends for the team battles, or just stick this handy-dandy PVP tag in your post to show you're ~available for carnage~! [size=20][b][color=red]COME AT ME BRO[/color][/b][/size] You can do both the dummy run and the team run if you'd like! Just do them in separate posts (obviously). Tickets this time will be raffled among everyone who participated, and then winners, and then best rp that made me laugh!
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