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 Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 11:12 pm
"Atta boy~" Even if those grenades looked a little on the painful side, at least they were doing some damage . . .
And then she saw the boy from her memories squinting at her. She squinted back, albeit with growing self-consciousness. Wait, had he remembered something too??
"Something on my face?"
Quote: HP: 15/30 Weapon: Laser Handgun (2d10-6) Damage: turns used up BOSS HP: 41
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Grifferie rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 2
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 1:44 am
Memories were missing. Did she know all of these people? She had to. She at least knew the guy with the blue hair. They'd been at dinner together, before this. Before today. That made sense, maybe. Memories were missing, and she felt lost. No. She felt loss. More than memories. Her name. Who she was. That was all missing. It felt like there was a hole inside. A silent, gap where something should be... The grenade in her hand did nothing to comfort her or fill that gap. It scared her. Not as much as the monster, but a little. Or a lot. She wasn't actually sure. The not-knowing scared her, too. She didn't want to die not knowing who she was. She didn't want the monster to kill her...or any of these other people. So. She fumbled with the grenade, trying not to look overly confused. Probably not the best idea, considering she had no clue was to what she was doing, but she did it anyway. Attempting not to die was far better than standing by waiting to die. Mustering her resolve, she messed with that grenade, and then tossed it away, hoping she got it right. She also learned that explosions kind of hurt. Quote: HP: 22/30 Weapon: Grenade (2 d12- 6) Damage done: 6 Boss HP: 35 Grenade Get~ - If you roll a 3 you pick up a grenade, wow, grenades. Your attack modifier is 2d12-6 but YOU TAKE HALF THE DAMAGE EQUAL TO YOUR DAMAGE DONE
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 3:10 am
Well, it was a handgun. She at least knew that if she pressed the trigger, something would've come out of the other end. Had she been in her rightful self, she would've made a joke about this being a FPS. Call of Doggy all the way.
That hulking mass of evil looked like a pretty kickin' target. Chel loaded and fired away, hurling shots into the nothingness. It seemed for a moment they were swallowed up, but the mass twisted and bloated, erupted with green sparks and lazer bits.
"Neato," Chel commented. There was nothing to do but shoot! Shoot and dodge. She vaguely wondered if a glowing eye would pop out for her to shoot. Another girl was near her. "Do we all get one of these cool zappy guns?"
HP: 25/30
DMG: 6
Boss HP: 29Quote: - If you roll a 2 you pick up what looks like a handgun that shoots lasers. Your attack modifier is now 2d10-6 but your HP is 30/30 (full recovered)
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chiickadee rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 11
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 3:13 am
Lobbing the grenade seemed like the right thing to do. When she hurled it, nothing seemed to happen at first. It was like her attack had completely missed. In fact, it appeared that the hulking hoard of minipets was made of mist, and her grenade dissipated straight through it.
Then it exploded, sending chunks of who-knows-what everywhere. Some splattered on her shoes, to which she gave a girlish shriek and began to flick it off. Even with no memories, Ami knew that shoes were the most important thing on this planet.
"Disgusting," she chided the filth, not even slightly aware that her arms were now bleeding from the shrapnel. Seeing another blonde person near her with a grenade, she warned, "Be careful! Don't throw that thing near me!" She couldn't risk another pair of shoes, after all.
HP: 21/30
DMG: 9
Boss HP: 20Quote: - If you roll a 3 you pick up a grenade, wow, grenades. Your attack modifier is 2d12-6 but YOU TAKE HALF THE DAMAGE EQUAL TO YOUR DAMAGE DONE
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 6:27 am
"Don't be a hero," John advised Killer. "If you're feeling like you're about to fall over, get back and let people who are in better shape fight. I can patch you up a little if you're hurt, so be smart about it." He looked around in time to see a kid in a hoodie catch the backblast of the grenade he'd just thrown. The kid was looking kind of scratched up, maybe a little scorched; John hurried over to tape a bandage on the worst of the scrapes. "Dude, learn to duck," he said. The bandage stuck for all of two seconds, then fell off. HP: 10/30 Target: Hoodie (Otto) Healed for: nope omg neutral
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Beejoux rolled 4-sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 7:50 am
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Beejoux rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 7:51 am
[Item roll for real this time]
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:23 am
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I won't." Hoodie seemed sheepish at the girl's warning, backing off and away from others. He sure didn't want to hurt anybody. A taller man approached him soon after his last attack. A man with bandages. "Duck from an explosion?" He clarified with a look of dismay, "I'll.. try?" Boy, he sure sucked at this whole fighting thing. But these grenades were just so much more effective than the skateboard. He loked down in time to see the bandaid fall right off. Maybe the manufacturer forgot to add glue. "Um... good effort." He tried to smile assuringly, patting the man on the shoulder.
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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:24 am
Okay.. keep far back. Got it. Hoodie reeled his arm back and threw another grenade, ducking behind a couch in time for bits of monster to explode.
Minimum damage to himself. Success.
HP: 5/30
Weapon: Grenade (2 D12 - 6)
Damage: 4
Boss: 16
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Grifferie rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:45 am
She blinked at the girl who spoke. Was she talking to her? Apparently, maybe. "No, that gun seems pretty nifty, though," she responded, glancing at the gun the other had, "I managed to grab these little explodey things. Grenades, I think." Looking down, she eyed another one. She almost would have preferred a gun. It seemed far less dangerous than what she had. However. It was a weapon. It was useful against the monster thing. It was also dangerous. The blow-back from the last one had stung, and she felt lucky it hadn't been worse. As it was-- She didn't even sigh as she fumbled with the second grenade. There was a monster. It had to die. Right? Yes, of course. It was really quite simple. So, she tossed another strange device at the beasty. "CLEAR!" It seemed like a good idea to yell something before making things explode. Maybe. Too bad the nothing actually happened. It was rather anti-climactic. She tossed the thing, yelled, and waited for an explosion that didn't come. She'd some how messed up grenading. "I hope your gun works better than that thing did," she said to the girl nearby. Quote: HP: 17/30 Weapon: Grenade (2 d12- 6) Damage done: 0 (gj, Sherry xD ) Boss HP: 16
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:49 am
When the kid retreated from another grenade blast, John was there again; this time the bandage stuck, though John had his doubts about how much good it was going to do. "Better than nothing," he muttered, trying to convince himself as well as Hoodie. HP: 10/30 Target: Hoodie (Otto) Healed for: 4
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:58 am
Hoodie smiled and gave a light chuckle. "At least it stayed on this time?" He assured John with a shrug. "Maybe you'll get better at it."As if one could be terrible at bandaid pressing. Yet, here he was... Hoodie: 9/30
Out of Turns
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 10:09 am
As the great beast rose up to attack, he moved with everyone else and saw them move to pick up from a pile of weapons. Not one to shy away from help when it was literally dumped at your feet, he went over and grabbed what he could - which turned out to be a set of grenades.
Well, he was going all Rambo here.
Moving over, he grabbed the grenades and looking them over, went to find a space safe enough to throw them.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 11
Total: 20 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 10:13 am
Melvin looked the grenade over, moving near the side where less people were fighting, and decided that he either go all out or go home - wherever that was. It seemed here was home, and he didn't want it destroyed or to be killed. Seeing as he had a bomb in his hand, it just made sense to use it. Everyone else was going all out. Whatever life he had, this was it. He'd like to live long enough to remember something about it.
Pulling the pin, he lobbed the grenade at the creature and covered his ears, but it seemed while he had aim, he didn't take into account distance, and it went off way too close.
The blast threw him flat on his back.
HP: 3
Damage Done: 14
Taken: 7
Boss HP: 2
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Saliru rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 10:28 am
Killer pouted at Uni. But he wanted to kill the monstrosity, he wanted to so bad. People in better shape? Pfft, as if that was even possible. He had to prove he could do it, show him. So as soon as an opening presented itself, Killer charged in - daggers blazing as they ripped through the disgusting darkness with a sickeningly wet sound. It wasn't enough though, he ripped the daggers out and attempted to stab time and time again with eager ferocity. He was covered in the unknown fluids that splattered forth. He was determined not to stop, but the creature gave one mighty heave to send the human flying back and Killer landed on the ground with a pained 'oof'.
He quickly got back up and pretended that didn't just happen with a lazy brush off of his shirt even if fluids didn't quite work like dirt and he only managed to smear things around.
HP - 30/40
WEP - Daggers
DMG - 6
BOSS - DED (-4)
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