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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:20 pm
((Targeting E5))
Epsilon 10 stopped in the middle of the room as Epsilon 5 spoke to her, rolling her eyes. Oh, please. "Say hello to Thirteen for me, won't you?" And then she swung...and missed. She paused a moment. She missed? How she did miss?
No matter. It wouldn't happen again.
((Current statuses:
Alpha Ten - Dansehexe Dead
Alpha Seven - Nio Dead
Alpha Three - Sephiros Dead
Alpha Five - Manda Dead
Epsilon Five - Hanging gallow Dead
Alpha Four - Lizbot
Zeta Three - Hanyousblood Dead
Alpha Twelve - Random Artist Dead
Zeta Five - Randy2love Dead
Zeta Eight - Nata Dead
Epsilon Thirteen - Toshi ** 2 pendants Dead
Episilon Seven - LP Dead
Epsilon One - Zee Oddwyn Dead
Theta Thirteen - Miliardo
Alpha Eleven - Grngriff
Theta Five - Moonkitsune Dead
Epsilon Ten - Eight Current scythe wiel--WTF WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! Has THREE pendants
Alpha Two - Sosiqui
Gamma Three - Orestae Dead
Alpha Nine - Frigoris
Zeta Four - Bilious Dead
Eta Four - Akina Dead
Zeta Eleven - Adghal Popion Dead
Alpha One - ProlixityDead))
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stella cinere rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:25 pm
E-5 is attacking E-10
Well he made it to where E-10 stood, truthfully he was more or so pissed off than afraid, even when she tried to swing her weapon and narrowly missed lobbing off his head.
“I SHOULD HAVE JUST LEFT YOU TO ROT ON THE BLOODY FIELD WITH THE PONY YOU PINK WHORE!” He screamed lunging at E-10. He utterly had to admit he regretted ever helping her out back at the tent, he was such a sucker for being so nice.
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:25 pm
((GOING FOR E5 AGAIN))
She growled and stepped to the side as he lunged at her. "I didn't ASK you to help me! You did it on your own! Maybe you should've left me to die!" She swung the scythe again and missed. Again.
This was irritating.
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LP rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:26 pm
[E7 attacking E10]
E7 was watching somehow he'd gotten a pendant and E10 had gone crazy. "Stop this nonsense." He tried to lash but had to jump back from the scythe. "E10 What are you doing?"
[HP 15
damage 0]
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:27 pm
Carnage. Bloodshed. Suddenly, the room was like a festering fleshy swamp of it, and Z3 never moved a muscle. He'd been preparing himself mentally since the torch was first passed, mentally steeling himself with the thought that, no, death would not be so clean and neat as the Reaper's... but still, nothing could truly prepare him for the first crimson spray. With A7's wielding, he felt a certain confidence in their team immunity-- but wait, hold on a moment, why had he passed it to someone else?...
Suddenly the thread of ill plotting had unraveled before his eyes, and he could only stand there as the weapon, his weapon, passed from hand to hand, dropping body after body without his clearance. The others couldn't handle his scythe; A7 probably hadn't been effected due to his thick skull, but... but... no, this wasn't right at all. He needed to gain control again, get the situation reined in before someone relevant to his goals got caught in the crossfire thanks to this lunatic in a tattered black window drape.
His nerves were starting to fail him, but outwardly Z3 remained a stiff paradigm of calm.
... That was, until he looked up and saw Z8 going in for a blow.
The feeling that overwhelmed him seemed entirely foreign, yet disgustingly familiar right then. There was a tight squeezing in his chest, a vile acidic taste in his throat, and though he tried to actually call something, his vocal cords seemed almost too strangled for sound. Yes, almost.
"Zeta Eight, PULL BACK!" He knew exactly how it would all play out, and somewhere inwardly, perhaps he even knew the command would arrive too late. That false reaper's scythe had already been raised, and the next swing of it seemed to happen in slow motion: a grotesque, chilling ark of certain death. And the worst part?
Ultimately, releasing his weapon to another's custody had been his own doing.
... This was, by association, his fault.
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stella cinere rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:29 pm
E-5 is attacking E-10
"**** YOU YES YOU DID YOU STUPID WHORE DON'T YOU REMEMBER HEY E-5 COME PATCH ME UP," he screamed in return as he when to hit her again.
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:30 pm
((TARGETING E7))
Hmph. She didn't care about these people, she never did. Epsilon Ten swung again, aiming for E5..but hitting E7. Oh well! That was even better! She grinned and reached for the pendant as her comrade fell, putting that around her neck as she was hit. She stumbled and nearly fell, backing against a wall.
b***h was going down.
((HP: 8))
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stella cinere rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:32 pm
E-5 is attacking E-10
He watched as E7 went down, s**t so much for helping him out well he wasn't going to be too far behind him now was he he thought swinging at her again ingoring the blood cast of E-7.
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:33 pm
((DIE E5 DIE))
That. Was. IT. She was sick of this prissy fool who thought anyone mattered but their own skins. She swung her scythe high above her head and brought it down on E5 again, this time connecting.
Her blade sliced him through vertically from head to toe. She grinned.
"Oops. Sorry."
((HP: 7))
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:36 pm
E7 was trying to esacpe, they had to get away from E10 and gang up on her...
However on his way away from her, he found a scythe to his back; well that was concerning... he was hoping E5 could patch him up, however E7 didn't move fast enough and got 40 wackes and when he was done his friend got 41...
And this was the end of the game for E7, he'd struck out, and the Pendant he held lay there for whom ever to take.
[Exiting to death thread]
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:38 pm
((Z3 HI))
She didn't want to waste a moment. She could feel it. She was close to death, she couldn't go down. Not like this. She needed to live. Epsilon Ten sidestepped and lifted the scythe, swinging it like a farmer cutting wheat..right through Z3.
Should've kept his mouth shut or she would've forgotten he was there!
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:38 pm
As his last breathe escaped his lungs he only hoped that E-10 would die just as soon as he did. He gregretted not being able to stop the stupid creature from slaying everyone though he hoped that he only did what he could for them to get closer to disposing of her.
"I'll wait for you in hell E-10."
E-5 exit thread and finally goes to Death Lounge.
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:45 pm
((I'M SORRY A7 YOU'RE A BIG GUY AND A THREAT))
At E5's words, Epsilon Ten shook her head. "Hell is too good for me." She told him as he died, kicking away his corpse. Who next, who next..
...The big guy. He was big, he was dangerous, and he was stupidly strong. She needed to take him down before he took her down. Epsilon 10 adjusted her footing to swing the scythe again, cutting him through before she could be attacked by him. There...one less threat.
Five left...
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:35 pm
Zeta Three's warning came too late. Far too late.
Although her glancing blow hadn't done much damage to the suddenly psychotic Epsilon, if nothing else it had put her in close proximity. Zeta Eight was far too gone to have any coherent thought of missing her mace, although at this point it's range and weight would have been welcome. Perhaps if she had, she might have been able to block the wide, arching slice of the scythe. But it was no matter. She didn't have the conscious mind to be regretful, acting purely on impulse, instinct driving her. Blood pounding in her ears, she clawed at the girl, although her expression beneath the mask stayed completely blank as her her fingers wrapping tightly around Epsilon Ten's throat, tightening reflexively in an attempt to crush her windpipe.
Except... her fingers wouldn't stay closed...
Her grip slowly unfurling, Zeta Eight collapsed to her knees before she fell into a heap, eviscerated, her intestines making a wet slopping sound as they spilled from her body cavity and onto the splintered floor beside her. The splatter of blood was quickly becoming a pool around her body, radiating outward in dark, thick rivets -- she had only a few seconds before she bled out. What was she thinking about? She had only been 'alive' three days... was she thinking about Alpha Ten, and her inexplicable loyalty during their mock-spar? Zeta Three's warning, far more telling to his feelings than he'd ever let on? Was she thinking about Alpha Seven, sweetly protective as he's stood by her, making sure she knew she wasn't alone? Zeta Four, Gamma Three, Eta Four?
... was she thinking about anything?
At the last moment, Zeta Eight's mouth opened beneath the gas-mask as if to say something, the only sound coming out as a bloody gurgle as she released the last bit of air from her lungs.
[Zeta Eight, heading to the Death Lounge~ thanks for the wild ride, it was a blast <3]
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:38 pm
((ALPHA FOUR I AM COMING FOR YOU BUT MISSING))
She swung again, this time aiming for A4's head. The blade cut into the wall and she grunted, tugging at it. Stupid room. It was too small.
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