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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 3:11 pm
Quote: 11-32: A small, semi-solid creature snatches at you with painful claws and teeth. Mob Stats HP: 5 Auto Damage: 2 (hit or miss) Hmmmm pissy girl was ignoring them. Did he care yet? Nope. "Another one." he pointed, leaning on his weapon lazily.
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 3:20 pm
The fact that Ami was ignoring her made Sasha kind of irritated. Well, more irritated. She kicked the next monster that hobbled by, ignoring the sharp pain of its claws against her shin.
HP: 26/40 DMG: lolnobitch CHG: 1/3
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:08 pm
Well if Sasha didn't like being ignored, she was going to love what came next.
Ami ignored them more.
HP: 34/50 DMG: 0 ENEMY HP: 5 CHARGE: 2/3
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:15 pm
Otto: 50/50 Dmg: 6
Enemy: DETH
"Well, you two are about as helpful as pocket lint." Otto pointed out, disposing of the creature with one swing of his weapon.
Maybe he shouldn't complain. At least the bitches were quiet.
"Welp. Been a pleasure, chiclets, but it's lunch time." Otto dismissed his weapon, turned and left them alone.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:23 pm
Sasha grunted, a sound that she didn't often make. Instead of soothing her frazzled nerves, the whole interaction between herself, Otto and Ami only had her feeling more frustrated than she'd been feeling before. So much for alone time. Sasha shook her head. She spared Ami a parting glance, offering the other young woman a half-smile. Sasha didn't know Ami well enough to give any friendly advice or anything, but…
"It was … well. Not fun but. You know."
She shrugged and finished with a strained smile before turning around. "I wouldn't ah.. stay out here too long on your own."
Sasha cleared her throat and moved back towards the bunkers at a quick pace.
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