A savage thwack rang out as he caught the beast square on the skull, hissing with pain as its thorns pierced his flesh in retaliation. The big man staggered back, wounded, but definitely not out of the fight yet. Hell, he was just getting warmed up!
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
His next blow was glancing, but it was better than nothing. Al's head was beginning to hurt more and more due to the proximity of this... hell, hadn't he seen something like this before? A snake devouring its own tail?
Like ******** if he remembered. Stupid mythological crap.
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
Jacob didn't stop swinging, he kept on slashing away at the beast his rod thwacking and hacking away at twisting green and darkness.
HP: 35/50 DMG:
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
Now it was Al who ate dicks, because he couldn't apparently do any goddamn damage with a frying pan. The man was fired as a househusband.
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
She spotted Al, wielding his own frying pan against the giant self-eating snake. He looked ridiculous, a giant man in prison garb swinging around a pan - where the hell did that man put his shovel, for God's sake.
"Lookin' good there, sugar!" She grinned, teasing as she too took another swing at the beast, feeling safer, despite the fact there was a giant monster in their midst, knowing he was there.
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Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
Well, if it wasn't his lovely wife. Al managed to spare a grin for her, smashing his frying pan into the snake before he trying to stumble closer. "You don't mean it. I look like hell. You, though--" He whistled loudly and nearly got smacked in the face by those thorns. "--a million bucks, baby!"
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
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6, 2Total: 8 (2-12)
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 6:35 pm
Total Damage: 81
Seeing that his "home away from home" was being overtaken by a thing that resembled a little bit of familiarity like the vine-like horse, the blond leaped into action and used his trusty fishing pole. He reeled the lure back and launched it at the thing, snagging it on a few... branches???... before pulling it back and seeing a sizeable rip in wherever or WHATever he had hit.
He didn't know how much damage he did, but Mia was glad he wasn't the only one attacking - others were attacking and defending as well, which made him all the more ready to fight for what he believed to be right.
HP: 36/50 Weapon: Fishing Pole Damage: 6
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Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView Coins: 63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and blue eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
The thing wasn't attacking either, only attacking when they attacked, but... Mia couldn't help but to fight. It was in the middle of their prison, where he'd met Third, and Diana... there was no way that he was going to wait around just to see what happened.
Besides, he had a bad feeling about the thing, as well. Mia had definitely seen the first stage, had run to see what the ******** it was before it shifted into what it was now.
Yeah, it probably wasn't a good thing, and the blond had no idea if it was going to be a terrifying butterfly or something similar to a monster like Godzilla or Gojira or Mothman or something out of a scary fairy tale book that Russians told their children or something of the like.
Stretching his neck and popping it, Mia rubbed his eyes and willed the thoughts away before he launched the end of the fishing line at the creature again, doing what seemed to be the same amount of damage.
It was something.
HP: 31/50 Weapon: Fishing Pole Damage: 6
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Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView Coins: 63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and blue eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
She blushed, her grin growing even wider. "I dunno, baby, there's just something about a big, strong man usin' kitchen stuff. Gets me going, y'know?"
Glancing over to her left, she saw someone smacking the snake with a fishing pole. Suddenly, using a frying pan wasn't such a stupid idea.
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Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
Lola had effectively distracted him from hitting the snake-beast as hard as he could have, and Al arched both brows. "Yeah? What, like you could--"
Whatever he'd been about to say was cut off as a thrashing tail smacked him right in the middle and sent him flying. Well, so much for that.
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
Her swing grazed the snake, mostly missing as she turned and shrieked at seeing her husband tossed aside like a discarded tissue.
"AL!"
The chubby woman nearly tripped, dashing over to his side. Well, she faltered and then she tripped, falling flat on her face. Ow.
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Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
"M'fine." He grunted, sitting up with a wince. Oof, he was going to ******** feel that in the morning. If he had a morning.
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
