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 Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:10 pm
(( I'm a derp and forgot to roll xP;;;; )))
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Moving Pictures rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:11 pm
(( Okay, apparently I'm having issues with the dice roll xP ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:13 pm
He thought for a bit, scanning the other teams with his eyes. “Well, back in the Abandoned Town, the Etas and the Gammas have a truce. So, we shouldn’t start with them unless they start with us. That leaves that team over there.” He pointed at the 2, 1 group, consisting of Theta Two and Theta Nine. “Bah, I can’t attack.” This frustrated him. He held his stake out towards Eight. “Listen. I got this killer toothpick. It don’t do much, but it will do something. You can do better with a punch, if you can hit the person. You better give it back when we is done. Or else.” He shook his free fist, illustrating that he had no real sense of trust for Eight, and any hint of betrayal would not end well once this team thing was done. “I be protectin’ yo’ body. The least you can do is give me back my piece of wood.” Weapon in possession: Stake
Attack being used: None
Total damage to η XI: N/A
Total damage to opponent __: N/A
Total HP value left: 30 HP
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:14 pm
(( Can we borrow weapons? I thought we could only loot corpses. ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:17 pm
(( Idk, I will find a GMier GM than myself and ask. Brb. ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:19 pm
((I have no idea, but if we can, you have Eta Eleven's permission and can just accept the stake once we get a reply? Personally, I think using your fists looks way more promising. The most you can do with the stake is 4 points of damage. Someone hit me with a kick and I lost 6 points.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:20 pm
( LMAO misread that, am the sword derp. /goes and facedesks )
She didn't have much time to say anything at all as the stranger moved about them, pushing them into their rightful positions like chess pieces on a board. Well, it was a game, she thought sharply to herself, but when she turned to see who she'd been put next to, she nearly squeaked. "Thyme!" Her voice was soft, yet sharp. A fear ran up her spine, not for herself, but for the man next to her. Suddenly, a new brand of hot, palpable feeling poured into her gut, burning through her like wildfire. It was an anxious sort of exhilaration, a deep threaded bite of apprehension. She was the sword, and he was the shield. The tension and nervousness that sprang up her spine wasn't for herself, it was never for herself. It was for Thyme. Because maybe he had something to lose. He had places to go, things to remember. All of the pawns did. And they could all die, easy as that, right here and now. But I'm the sword, she reminded herself, standing just a bit straighter. I can protect him if I want. Her steely eyes turned to the other pairs, and then to the hooded figure. She watched him, and despite herself, dipped her head as if to say well played. She couldn't say that the adrenaline rushes straight to her skull had gone away - hell no, if anything they were amplified. but at the same time as feeling the thrill of battle, she began to realize that the people around her, everyone who'd chosen to stay, were being put into a makeshift colosseum, and the penalty for losing was death. And she didn't want them to die, but in the end, did she really have a choice, when Thyme was temporarily becoming the one thing that mattered?
"Better be a good shield, boyo," She said to him, her voice thick with sharpness and a soft, rich, unsaid good luck. And then she stood a little straighter. She became a little more sturdy. Wherever this was headed, adrenaline junkie hell or the real deal, she would give it her all. Because hell, she didn't really have much to lose. But the others, maybe they did. And maybe this would make her feel like something more than a walking, gas mask clone droid. Maybe this would make her feel ... And then she nearly laughed, because it was all starting to come together. She truly had lost her marbles. Maybe here. Maybe in the past life that she couldn't remember. I'm not selfless, she thought to herself candidly behind the mask. I'm not some sort of saint. She closed her eyes. She waited for the pawns on the chess board begin to move.
I just want to feel alive.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:20 pm
Zeta Seven sat there for a moment like a log, trying to absorb he rules of this game. Gamma Eight was his shield, he was the sword. "It's yet another interesting predicament" he said while rubbing the bottom of his mask. "I can tell you for sure that I'm wary of attacking him, we tried attacking a giant pony and it hurt us, badly." He wanted to show his new found partner his burn scars from it all, but this wasn't the time or the place for that. " think we should go along with his so to speak, "game"" Regretting not healing when he could, Oh bones, Seven hoped he was safe, and that he could catch up to the medic soon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:26 pm
She was a shield. 12 could handle that. She was feeling particularly healthy and she didn't have a weapon, so perhaps that was for the best. She'd been doing well enough to cover her team as-was even when she'd had a weapon, so it was as though she'd been thrown into the exact role she'd been trying to have all along.
None the less, she looked to her new partner.
"Well, I guess it's you and me. I'll do my best to cover for you." she said, sounding quite genuine, rather than someone who wanted to see the other player taken out from the entire ordeal.
"I'll follow your lead, then."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:27 pm
(( Alright, I can't see Zoo or Maru online, so I'm going to say that for the purpose of the game, weapon 'borrowing' is allowed, though there is no way to enforce you get your weapon back at the end. So loan out weapons at your own risk - who knows if there's a sneaky Sword out there who'd prefer to just keep your weapon and leave you defenseless eek ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:30 pm
(What will happen to the confiscated medkits at the end? Or at least the ones of those who don't make it?)
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:32 pm
(( Medkits are only confiscated for the duration of the game. Once it ends, living players get back however many medkits/uses they are remaining. ie. if you'd already used a medkit once, you only get your one remaining use back, not a full one.
Medkits of the unconscious players... it's is a myyyysteryyyy ninja
BASICALLY: It's just a rule of "you can't heal with medkits". The stealing of them is just an IC way to enforce that. When game ends, medkit status goes back to normal. ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:43 pm
Gamma Eight nodded, allowing herself another steeling breath. They had had the evil pony as well? Well then! At least it hadn't been an Eta-Gamma-specific thing. She nodded to her temporary partner.
"I'm behind you," she said, "If only one team will survive, perhaps we should all gang up... not her. I won't protect you from her." She nodded once toward Gamma 12.
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Moving Pictures rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:46 pm
(( Thank you for looking into that for us, Kali <33 ))
[Alpha Eight is attacking Theta Two]
"I'll pass on that stake. Thanks for the offer, but I have to be honest and say I've never used such a weapon before, but I do appreciate the offer. I don't feel comfortable attacking a Zeta. Especially Zeta 7."
The small squad of Zetas had just offered refuge. Something he couldn't willingly ignore. Not to mention Zeta 7's warnings a few minutes earlier. No, he wasn't about to get on someone's bad side again. Alpha Eight counted his blessings for now. At least his shield had been kind enough to offer. It was true that he needed all the help he could get, but adding any more stress to the situation would have left Eight in an even worse position. He could feel his body shake again. Damn, he couldn't tell if it was anticipation or nerves. Probably nerves, but he liked the idea of being anxious to fight. Yes, that would be a confidence booster. He was just anxious. Right.
"Here goes nothing, try and watch my back as best you can. Please."
More of a plea than a demand, but he knew he was on his own the moment he stepped toward another sword. The teal uniform of Theta Two stood out plain enough. He didn't remember any truces with that color. With a slight running start he balled up a fist and tried to punch the girl square in the face. Best to take a stranger. Yes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"Uh sorry about this, but you know. Guy with the pendant calls the shots."
With his best effort, he plainly missed the girl and just punched the air. Brilliant, wonderful start to this game.
(4 - 6 = 0 )
Weapon used: Fists
Total damage to Theta Two: 0
Total HP value left: 30 HP
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 6:10 pm
(indeed, thanks for that, sorry, I was just insanely curious) Zeta Seven is attacking Theta Nine!Zeta Seven couldn't help but frown from that, Gamma Eight had its own limited targets as well. "We'll have to deal with that bridge when we get there then G8, But I hope you think about your options should her partner attack us." It felt cruel of him to say but that was the reality of the situation, G8 would have to realize it soon, and hopefully not to late to rectify it. what was it with him and the number eight members? "i'll comply to your request for now, lets go for someone else then shall we?" He said while looking around at targets, and settled on one. Z7 watched as Alpha Eight set out his assault on Theta 2. "lets try a pincer attack." he told his partner as he took aim at Theta 9. "No hard feelings dearie, but I don't plan on dying here right now!" he screamed out as he let his bullet fly. The bang from the gun wasn't as loud as the last few times he used it, dragging it through the sand may have not been a wise decision as the bullet struck the sand a meter away from its target's arm. Foolish, foolish, foolish! He looked inside the barrel to see if anything got jammed in it. it was scratched from hell and back due to the sand. "Damn weapon, hey Gamma 8, cover for me, I think I'll have to get up close for this one." Weapon being used: Handgun Accuracy of shot: Miss Total damage to self: 0 Dmg Total damage to opponent " Theta Nine ": 0 HP Total HP value left: 16 HP
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