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lizbot rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:12 pm
The pain was terrible. Worse than anything America had felt before. Too late, she tried to defend herself.
HP: I DONT ******** KNOW SHE JUST GOT HIT BY ACID
Def: 3
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:45 pm
"Yep!" Lance grinned in response to Stormy's question. "Always carry a few, don't tell Ar-"
The s**t hit the proverbial fan. They had regrouped and were striking them down. He didn't have time to watch and fret over the trainees. The ounce of responsibility was dropped as the Titans closed in on him, lance raised uselessly as they slammed into him once, twice, thrice.
Lance found himself flying through the air, landing on the sand with enough force to send his weapon flying from his grip. "s**t!" He coughed, sand and grip rubbing against his skin. His Fear shield still held together, and yet --
He couldn't spare a thought for the others. The only thing that crossed his mind was the deep shame that weighed him down as he struggled to crawl across the sand to his weapon, praying that a Titan would wait just long enough to grab her again before taking advantage.
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Seussi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:48 pm
"Hey, so far fire has be---" Was all Finn was able to get out before one of the centipedes struck at him while he was trying to keep an eye on one, two...more then that ******** they were everywhere there was no way he could have stopped them all, or even hoped to have a chance, but still he had tried.
He saw it's movement out of the corner of his eye, and had lifted Trynt up to deflect it, the lance itself glowing with magenta runes along it's length that were only beginning to brighten as his weapon began to soak up enough Fear to hopefully allow for his charge to be used. It had been too little too late, however, with nothing he could have really done differently (except maybe not gone to the cafeteria today).
As the centipede grazed past him, he felt something go stabbing into his arm, and not only felt, but heard the loud crack of bone as it was snapped, before suddenly a leg, long and twitching, had pushed it's way clean through before breaking off of it's host. Finn's eyes widened, no longer just cold as all his defenses were dropped, but full of horror at what he was seeing, for just a split second before another, much more pressing issue made itself known to him, as his mind registered that it ******** hurt. A lot. More then anything he had ever experienced and he had been ******** eaten once, god damnit, and ******** stung all over his ******** body.
What was left of Finn's cockiness, whatever he had been using all of this time to shield himself, his feelings, his innermost secrets, it shattered in that moment, as he dropped to the ground in pain, fingers sliding over his lance, his weapon that spun once then landed beside him in the sand, just before he let out what could only be described as a shriek of pain, his eyes closing, his body writhing on the sand as something coursed it's way through him, something that burned, racing through his veins to every part of his body, making him feel like he was burning up on the inside. Trynt was snarling something at him, but he couldn't hear it, not over the dull roar of blood in his ears, the rapid beating of his heart in his chest. Cold sweat had sprung up all over his body, and he just couldn't do anything, couldn't concentrate, could only shout out long and loud expletives, one hand clutching at the ground, barely even noticing when he felt fingers slide around his lance, curling around it, gripping it tight.
He lifted it above himself, breathing through gritted teeth, all thoughts of possibly making it out of here alive gone. What had he done to get here? He still had no idea, only that this was where he had woken up after trying on some deodorant in the cafeteria. Still, he tried to keep any more attacks at bay, tried to block them out with his lance, tried to think, tried to breathe. Where were Jack, Abbi, Ripley, Shiloh, Ian? He could hear more shouting around him, but like Trynt's voice, he just could not understand what was being said, if any of it wasn't just wordless screams like his own, initial one had been.
And he'd been in such a good mood earlier that day too.
HP: No ******** clue; poisoned : D
Defending self for: 4
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:10 pm
"I- I am fine-" Lucky still looked unsure at Mimsy's explanation, but he had no evidence to prove otherwise. The mass of bugs had vanished into the form of the titan, as they occasionally fell when the creature sustained too much damage to one segment or another. But the ground began to rattle and click, seethe, and burst open with a hundred titans as big as the first.
Unlike Mimsy with her curiosity, he was covering his mouth with one hand, a look of mounting horror as he gazed upward.
"They are like the titans. But so many. Ve - ve can barely handle vhat attacks the island - and those are few, slow, they attack one at a time -" But those were another kind of insanity titan entirely, and the mandatory lecture never said there could not be others. It never said they could not be found in other places. But... it had also never said they should. And yet there was the fog when they came here, which had only grown steadily thicker. The worms blotted out the sky now, a seething mass looming over all of them. Rather than try to come to terms with the hopelessness of the fight ahead of them, his mind resorted to clinging to facts, logic, anything that separated him from the grim reality as long as possible. "But this is... these are... Insanity should not be here..."
He only took his eyes off of the creatures for what felt like a second. He was looking at Mimsy, the question asked before he had a chance to stop himself. "How... how far has this spread...?"
And then everything descended into chaos.
He remembered raising his weapon, a huge many-legged shadow, a pair of mandible snapping dangerously close to his face. He could smell rotting flesh, and felt something grab him with several pairs of sharp legs. A quick movement in his peripheral; there was a sharp pain in his back. It spread through his nerves like a fire, leaving him curled in the sand deliriously with the massive stinger still jutting out of his spine.
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:46 pm
She wanted to tease him by saying she'd keep it a secret if she could keep a few for herself, but the situation turned far too bleak for the words to so much as form on her lips. The space instead was covered by the hundreds of legs now crawling over her, spines jabbing at erratic and fast intervals against her shield.
She remembered how, last time in the Sahara, she'd been impaled by spines like it was nothing. It was a testament to how much more control Thane had now that she didn't immediately die again right there.
< < MOVE. > >
She swung her weapon from the ground to get as many of the things off her as possible, grateful that her scarf still protected her mouth. Her feet joined the battle, flailing and lashing out at whatever she could, half to force the centipedes off, half to force herself to move away from her current position.
She could hear voices, so not everyone was quiet dead yet; this didn't comfort her as much as it could have. Unable to get the air to call out names, all Stormy could manage were grunts and hisses as the bugs swarmed her and she fought back.
HP: we gon die
Defending self for: 4 anyway
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:50 pm
There wasn't any clever cursing now. Jack Hawthorn, for the first time in a rather long while, felt immense and oppressive dread fill him. He fell over like a bowling pin as one of them bowled him over to the ground, sand splashing his face and getting into one eye.
The sad thing was, if they hadn't been so hell bent on killing the hunters, he would have liked to grab a specimen and take it back. Nature was already a cruel mistress; the corrupted creations thwarting them might as well have been a piece of hell brought to life.
Jack remembered how easily the things had taken him under the sand. Determined not to go down without a fight, he thrashed and bucked and blindly swung his sword to try and pry it off. He was only a trainee, but God ******** damn it he wanted to live.
HP: so danger
Defending self for: 2 spoopy
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 12:49 am
Dakota had separated from Candace after the large insanity titan thing had attacked, doing his best to just not sink back into the bit of bugs and sand. Everyone charged forward, leaving the moon to hole himself up in the back, trying to regain himself the best he could.
It just seemed like he was constantly getting swarmed by bugs, like waves of the ocean, continuously crushing him down.
It got worse and worse as each wave hit harder, stronger....sharper.
Legs impaled at his fear shield, small spits of acid corroded at the skin barrier....and after it all, he was left weakened, terrified and confused.
How the ******** were they suppose to survive? This sea of monsters was drowning them all slowly...The best he could do was bring Chama up...Let her hold a barrier.
Defended: 8
Dakota: 60/60 (Idk hp since he wasn't in battle?)
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 12:50 am
Nevada's hand curled into a fist, dropping as Stormy ignored her offer...much less didn't even speak to her. Her friend was angry, that was fine. It shouldn't hurt her, they were on the mission after all. But it did. Was she so unreliable, that her friend wouldn't even take an offered hand. Or was it because Stormy had chosen, in a rare moment, to become stubborn? To prove that she was a hunter too.
It was moments like these that made Nevada regret caring what the other girl thought. Because she couldn't read Stormy's mind like she could her twin, she was left with assumptions that always ended up worst case scenario's.
It's why she lived with such a lazy indifference until she came to the Island. She didn't want to worry about other peoples opinions or their thoughts or their feelings. She wanted to go back to the time where the only thing she actually did care about was Alaska and that was it. It was one person vs the many she had now.
Like Stormy, Nevada shifted away from her best friend, smiling a fake lazy smile among the terrible pain. Smiling even though they were in a s**t storm of bugs and titans and death.
What did it matter anyways, it's not like the people she cared about, even cared a little about what she thought right? It was like the talk with Ian all over again...Only it was her and herself in a brain room together.
The self pity rearing it's ugly head in the face of death disgusted her. And then it was gone, melted into an awareness that pain, a terrible pain was happening. her fear shield pricked with insects sharp stings and limbs....Acid dripped from a spot on her hand where it burned, leaving a large red mark on the skin it managed to melt her glove away with.
There was a small cry of pain that emitted from the mist woman, as she brought Leroy up to deflect the hoard of bugs.
She saw in the distance, Stormy get hit by a titan....Gale with acid...Lance being knocked down away from his weapon...She wanted to help them, she wanted to get to them...
She wanted so badly to survive, but the ugly head of self defeat remained and it finished her shift into a mode of not caring. If she died, she died.
And at this point, she didn't think she cared at all.
Nevada: 42/50
Defended: 2
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 6:04 am
While he had been blocking the massive insects from his mind, it was hard to ignore the entire world shaking and crashing around you. Try as he might to keep hold to the littlest island of control he had to keep himself from breaking down, he just wound up being tossed back into the ocean.
His breathing became short, quick gasps, and he gripped Rin harder, gun held out and pointing from one massive body to another. It was the thing of his nightmares, of some twisted world where HER children had returned from the basement to come to him again, a million times larger, as if growing in time from when he was young.
There was no opening to escape, and even if there had, there was nothing but quicksand and cold hands awaiting them. There was no portal, and no weapon to slice the world to run through. Their superiors were scattered, either sizzling in acid or being impaled, and all around hunters were falling down among bodies that were already burnt and torn, a foreshadowing of things to come.
What little paniced wish there was to live, was given to Rin. His sanity relied on her just being here, an anchor, and he could not have that anchor destroyed. Again, he took position around her, a feeble shield, and held Saliva out, the gun pointed at the nearest gray body and a pathetic noise at the back of his throat when seeing it's many large, twisting legs.
It's going to be okay.
HP: Sorta lost on that. Defend: 5 Defending: Rin
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:43 am
The stench was nearly overwhelming.
Ian struggled to move in the heat and the haze, feeling more than a little sick to his stomach. Around him people were screaming, shrieks of pain and of agony echoing to his left and right, all over the ground, reverberating in his ears until there was nothing left but a high pitched buzzing sound.
He could taste blood on his tongue.
Ian staggered forward, his eyes searching for someone, anyone - Shiloh, Finn, Ripley, Jack, anyone -
- a flash of pale pink hair -
Ian surged forward, stumbled, and fell, coughing as though his lungs would burst. Still, he moved, panic making his adrenaline run rampant, giving him enough strength to put one foot in front of the other. A terrible keening sound to his left meant someone else was hurt, someone else was dying, but Ian kept on, feeling the hot sand against his skin, burning his arms and legs. His chest ached with the effort, but finally he reached Shiloh, the centipedes screeching around him, and with the last bit of strength he had, Ian flung himself over Shiloh in a desperate attempt at keeping him safe.
"I've got you," he gasped out. "Don't move, I've got you."
Which was probably a lie, at best, but he was still going to try.
[ HP: I HAVE NO CLUE I THINK 30
DMG: Defending Shiloh for 6 ]
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:52 am
He hated the Sahara.
Everything hurt. His head, his chest, his body, his heart. It was like being swallowed alive by a furnace, the heat sinking in around him, settling against his skin like a brand. His brain desperately wanted to find out where everyone was, if they were safe, if they were alive, but his body refused to move faster, his thoughts sluggish, his body even more so. He struggled to connect the two, to figure out a way to get to Stormy -
Up ahead he could see Lance, and then Candace - relief waved over him -
- and then they were moving -
Candace was the first to get hit by the spray, the pink haired trainee next, and then it was coming towards him, and Gale didn't have time to move, or to even think, to breathe -
He hated the Sahara.
- a scream made its way out of his throat, a terrible, burning pain ripping its way up his arms and legs, several on his neck and face, and he couldn't seem to stop shrieking, Jinhai shouting inside of his head, his echoes of pain the only thing inside him that he could understand because nothing else was working, nothing else seemed to matter except that he couldn't breathe, couldn't see for the absolute terrible agony that surrounded him -
He hated the Sahara.
He hated the Sahara.
He screamed out a name, voice raw, desperate, his throat so dry it was painful to even breathe - "STORMY!" but it was lost in the chaos and the pain and everything else.
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:13 am
The shriek from the Titan startled him into letting go of Pandora, but within seconds he was moving again, grabbing the girl to pull her to her feet. The ground under them began to rumble and break until it was alive, sending him scampering back with the once-trapped red head in tow. "Get behind me!" He hissed at her, pushing her behind him as if it would help, as if the enemy was purely in front of them, instead of all around them. Lance's talk helped, and along with the rush of adrenaline surging through his veins he felt like he was going to be okay. The terror was held at bay, but only barely. He could do this. They could do this. The time for panic and tears could come later. They had a job to do. They had to survive.
Jack's sarcastic snip earned him an incredulous look. "Now's not the time to be talking about your---" Whatever he meant to say died on his lips. His pale brown eyes widened in horror as the Titans moved, the first slamming right into---
"FINN!" He screamed, trying to warn the other man, but it was far too late. The trainee had already been knocked over, and now he was scrambling back in an attempt to avoid the spit of acid. As he moved he looked around to find someone, anyone to group with, someone to watch his back...but there was nobody. There was someone crushed under a corroded wheelchair, their legs dripping with acid; someone over there had disappeared under a mass of Titan, another few sprayed with acid. The area had dissolved into panicked and pained cries, the shouting of names he didn't know, and the curdling screams of the dying. It was chaos. Overwhelming, crushing chaos. His mind reeled; where was Abbi? Or Jack or Ian or Shiloh? Anyone, really?
The girl beside him was knocked over, and as Ripley turned to avoid it he came face to face with a set of large, clacking mandibles. In a way, it was almost comical; just like in a horror movie, the hero turns, only to find the evil standing immediately behind him, filling up the camera's view with it's hideous, horrifying face. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice that was not his started screaming, yelling demands in a terrified voice that was trying to be firm. He was granted those long, lingering seconds of recognition before he opened his mouth to scream.
There was silence. Deafening, horrible silence. He couldn't even hear Wilhelm in his head, not like he had moments before. Then came a strangled gurgle as pincers sank through fabric and flesh to embed themselves in his neck. It had hit him before he could raise Wilhelm in defence, and for what seemed like an eternity he stood there, still and frozen with a monster's razor mouth at his jugular. Time had slowed to a near stop as he felt something snap, and then a rush of very real pain. Finally, the weight and momentum of the creature pushed him to the ground and pinned him there by his throat.
Confusion set in as time resumed in a fast forward. Sounds rushed back to him. The deafening silence broke and suddenly he could hear his own frantic heart beat and the rush of blood as it left him in spurts. There was something warm rushing down his neck and shoulders, and as his vision faded in and out he could have sworn he saw something red. Or was it black? He couldn't tell anymore; the colours were melding together and it was getting harder and harder to breathe, let along focus.
He let out another strangled gurgle, and fought to stay awake as the world around him went black.
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Molten Tigrex rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:17 am
Pandora hardly had time to blush and smile coyly at her rescuer before he had thrown himself in front of her tiny frame. That's when she noticed them; a forest of centipedes as big as the first, all around them. Pandora's hands wound tightly into her hero's jacket. When the bug slammed into Ripley, they both hit the ground. That it was preoccupied with mangling Ripley's throat was the only reason she could fire off a shot right into its wriggling carapace with enough speed to dent it and expose the tapeworm creatures, sending it back with a hiss. She felt a stinging pain down her arm as a result, as if the very air around the creatures was poisonous, just like the bites she'd sustained in the sand. But it had moved on to another target, leaving the two of them alone in the writhing mass of centipedes. For now. "Oh my god, oh my god," Pandora continued to repeat as if on a loop. There was so much blood. She couldn't think. She could only crouch near Ripley's body, gun in hand, taking one of his blood-covered hands in her own. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just - I just wanted to see some guys take their shirts off. I didn't know that hot teacher was going to send us all to bug hell. You saved me. Please don't die... I don't even know your name-" She began to sob a little, squeezing his hand tighter. " I didn't even get to rate your abs." DMG: 1 Charge: 1/3 GC Turns: 1/5 HP: 9
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AyeAvast rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:32 am
In an effort to be as helpful as possible, Abbi hopped and slid her way closer to Lance. Stormy was over there and now that she seemed thoroughly debugged and back to her senses, the teen was all too glad to help her friend out. On the way over though, everything went to hell in a heartbeat. There was no time to react to seeing Finn's arm imbedded with the sharp tines from the monsters, the teen watching him fall to his knees before everything went wrong. A gasp of air was pulled in, preparation for a shout that never occurred as it instead prematurely left her body in a forced whoosh as she was thrown back.
Immediately grateful for the sand that cushioned her small body, Abbi was not given much time to appreciate the shifting ground underneath her as the weight of something much larger than herself continued to knock against her. A sharp and sudden pain in her chest warned of a possibly broken rib (she'd never broken one before, how was she to know?), one side of her face warm and throbbing.
What little air the teen could find for herself seemed littered with the sounds of pain and struggles and weak fighting. The pressure of the thing on her chest ({ Aw s**t, its the fookin' chair, who brings a fookin' chair to a jackdam-- }) pushed too hard for anything else, it weighed more than her and Abbi had already determined her meager muscles were not enough to lift herself let alone a runic wheelchair.
But worse than that was the hiss of one of those monsters on the chair, its slithering noises as it moved around above her carefully unthreading the knot of panic in her chest so that whatever she thought she could not keep it down.
And that was when the pain started.
A shrill, louder than she expected, scream ripped from her as Abbi realized her legs were being destroyed, one tiny layer of skin at a time. That was awful enough but it was the fact that it had to be her goddamn legs, appendages already lightly knicked with scars from yeas gone by that made her scream all the louder. It wasn't there, but she saw the blood from before, red splotches splattered in her vision as she uselessly kicked and only made it worse.
{ Stop it right now! }
The voice helped only insomuch that it commanded her to move what she could to the further safety that the chair brought, the teen already given up on her legs that continued to burn and make her screech. Somewhere far away in her mind she hoped everyone was alright, that Jack and Pandora and Stormy and Nevada and Ripley had all been spared. But everything hurt, her vision was going red, her own screaming wouldn't stop and Abbi just couldn't find it in herself to hope.
Defending Self for: 5
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