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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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 Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:33 pm
Weapon being used: Fists
HP: 14
Total damage to Boss Hand: 0
Total HP Left of Boss: 7
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:38 pm
Weapon being used: Fists
HP: 10
Total damage to Boss Hand: 0
Total HP Left of Boss: 7
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:41 pm
Phi stopped his failed barrage of furious fists to tend to his wounds, wishing he could spit on the hand. Or on the ground, even. This was really annoying.
Bandages wound halfheartedly across his forearm, Phi took up his stance again. "Another dance, sweetheart?"
Weapon being used: Bandages
HP: 13
Total damage to Boss Hand: 0
Total HP Left of Boss: 7
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:45 pm
Weapon being used: Fists
HP: 9
Total damage to Boss Hand: 2
Total HP Left of Boss: 5
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 1:06 pm
"Nice technique!" The hand was definitely flagging, its punches more erratic. Omicron ducked under one hit to get a really good jab in, before being knocked head over heels.
"Boy," she puffed, getting to her feet again, "kind of takes it out of you. I think we've really got it! Just needs a few more finishing touches."
Weapon being used: Knife
HP: 18
Total damage to Boss Hand: 2
Total HP Left of Boss: 3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 1:14 pm
"There, I think that's got it!" She stood back, admiring her work.
The hand was having dying, desperate seizures.
Weapon being used: Knife
HP: 14
Total damage to Boss Hand: 2
Total HP Left of Boss: 1
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 1:26 pm
Iota took deep breathes as he stepped back, righting himself as he gained his balance. The hand had been agitated and had been flailing and hitting him just barely at each turn. It had a reach, that was for certain. Each time it drew close, he recoiled. The idea of it touching him made him feel ill, and he could only imagine what sort of manner was living in that hand. Dirt couldn't turn alive even with radiation. You needed something living, and his ever helpful mind decided to come up with ideas. A x-ray image of the hand came to mind, compiled in a array of bacteria, moles, worms, and a vast array of insects. He could feel a shiver down his spine as he knelt down, swallowing hard at the thought. "Just kill it. Quickly!" Before he threw up in his mask.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 1:29 pm
"Oh, what, you think it needs one last thing? Hmmmm!"
She jabbed.
"Oops. Oooh, sorry. I think that was too much!"
Weapon being used: Knife
HP: 10
Total damage to Boss Hand: 2
Total HP Left of Boss: DEAD
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:31 pm
Falling onto her a**, Pi looked at her masked companions. "So." She stared at the fallen hand. She'd gone nuts on it, but in the end...she was pretty sure she had just ******** herself over in the process. The knife in her hand was scratched up yet she was pretty sure it had kept it's edge. Not that she was about to test it.
"Think we should stick together. See what's around and maybe see about the ones who basically ditched us to die. Frankly, I'd prefer to hang around people willing to fight rather than ones who flee."
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:34 am
"Sounds like quite the idea to me." Phi bent down to Pi's level, bandages in hand, masked face hiding a weary half smile. Honestly, sticking with these people would more than likely help him survive longer.
"I'm sure those that ran are still alive. They should be our first priority." He began to wind bandages around Pi's torso, trying to be as gentle as possible, which led to a rather weak binding of the wound. He gave the masked person a regretful look, which they wouldn't catch. "Strength in numbers, right?"
Using: Bandages
Amount Healed: 1
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its me debz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:56 pm
He was the last to awaken. There wasn't much to remember. A voice, instructing survival. Blearily, the candidate blinked his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub at them. Oh. Fabric separated his fingers from his face, as well as some...goggles. Interesting. So instead, the candidate looked at his surroundings, with cerulean on shades of turquoise laid across expanses of cadmium blue. It was everywhere. Including in his suit, interestingly enough-- and it was familiar, comforting. He thought, perhaps, blue was his favourite colour-- but no. The grey of the rest of his uniform was what he liked best. On it was a letter, and a word. λ
Lambda Intriguing. There were a few packs left, so he glided to them, plucking one of each. After inspecting the contents, he grinned something ferocious under his mask. He liked guns. Peeking out of the tent, Lambda waved brightly at the others, clad in similar attire to him. "What'd I miss~?" The words felt strange on his tongue-- like they should have sounded...different. But no-- they were clear and concise and most certainly English. hp// 26 [[ joining late w/liz permission<3 ]]
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:22 pm
After his initial strike, Sigma had spent a good portion of that fight sort of flailing his arms in an attempt to hit the big earthen hand without getting smacked in turn. Unfortunately, he was standing out of range for this, so he didn't really contribute all too much.
"Is... is it dead? What was that? Things like that.. don't exist? Right? I'm not making that up?"
He soon glanced at one of the others who apparently missed the brawl.
"Uh. Giant hand made of dirt. Attacked us."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 8:13 am
Iota sat down, feeling dizzy and weak. Just firing the gun and taking a few hits had worn him down to the point that he felt he wanted to lay down and take a nap. The cots back in the tent seemed awfully inviting, and he wondered if that's why he had been sleeping there in the first place. If he had to do this all day, he would be crashing in there often.
"Dirt does not attack people." Iota said with certainty. "I don't remember much, but I'm very sure that dirt shouldn't be able to even form together into a hand and then attack us."
And yet, looking at the pile left, a dirt hand had done just that.
"Well, normally." He checked his phone. "I thought we might be hear for cleanup, but it seems there are other teams out to get us. Are we winning some sort of prize?" It seemed like a terrible game they were in to be told that you had to survive and only a set number of 5 people could live. For now, he didn't mention the number, not wanting to count those around him as a core group, and struggled to stand up. Sitting on the floor was both dangerous and dirty.
"We should stick together. I don't think we can take on another hand on our own." He tried to find his balance. "And there are other groups like us too that might find us."
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