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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:48 am
Status Step: 2 HP: 25 Flags: 1 Instinctive moves: 1 Trembling with pain (why did these things make you feel pain?!), Otto took another step forward, his senses on overdrive to look out for any danger. Why had he come back here again? Weren't real missions painful and dangerous enough for him?
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:48 pm
Rep was done. Flat out done. After that last death his entire body was in shut down mode. His brain was telling him he was dead, the rest of him was arguing, and he didn't even have Tracey to help manage the shock reactions he was getting into. No. He needed a break.
Intercomming the others he spoke up. "I'm out guys. Got no ******** focus today. Good luck with this sadistic ******** course."
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:23 pm
Melvin took another step, holding himself as he heard Rep bail out. Damn. He was his training buddy which meant he was stuck with Otto. There went his buffer.
He set himself to a new tile and noticed that nothing happened. There had to be some sort of trick going on. Were the techs messing with him?
Status Step: 5HP: 20/40 Flags: 0 (Used) Instinctive moves: 0
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:32 pm
Status Step: 3 HP: 25 Flags: 0 (used) Instinctive moves: 1 Otto evaded a tile that was ticking before settling on a less dangerous one adjacent to it, just as Rep announced his leave. Hah! So now Otto could leave any time he wanted. he wouldn't be the first one to p***y out, right? That made it okay. Cause honestly he was ready to call it quits the last round.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:54 pm
Melvin hadn't noticed he passed until he took a moment to count. 5 tiles. He did 5 tiles. That's all he needed. He could leave and not die again. Everything in him didn't want to die again.
"I passed." He told Otto, watching the other move. Seemed a d**k thing to leave this guy alone though. "What step are you on?" He asked, not moving or leaving his pod yet. He'd stay till Otto was finished. Not unless he was told to go.
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:58 pm
Status Step: 4 HP: Dead Flags: 0 Instinctive moves: 1 <--wouldn't be of use Melvin beat it?! Otto was trained in Death and he STILL hadn't beat it! The teenager felt envy creep through his veins, even as the older male stuck around for him. "Fourth---"And then Otto's tile exploded upon stepping on it. Came the high pitched wail from the intercom headset.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:09 pm
Melvin watched as bits of golem flew around before signing out. He woke in his own pod, pushing the latch and stepping out as he unhooked himself from the machinery. He was drastically pale and green about the gills. Breathing deep, he reached for his glasses and placed them on before looking around and seeing Rep was already long gone.
"Was really rooting for you to win." He admitted. Seeing anyone explode was not what Melvin wanted to see.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:17 pm
"Yeah, I was rooting for me too." Otto mouthed off in a huffy and quick reply. He kicked the pod he'd been in out of spite, fists clenched and face.., white? It seemed he was more sick and upset than angry. Dying so many times in a row was no fun. Something Rep felt more than the rest of them. Then again, it was something otto had to endure much longer during his time spent in the Lairs.
His stomach turned over in an unpleasant way.
"I gotta go.." Otto held a hand over his mouth, and started to ease his way out the door, making a steady trip to the bathroom.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:40 pm
Melvin watched Otto rush off, looking ready to spill his dinner and feeling about the same. Easing out of his own pod, he felt the world spin and his body reject even being able to move. It was like it was saying it was dead and thus didn't need to function right anymore. Wobbly and weak in the knees, he headed back to his own room to just, maybe, curl up in bed all week.
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