ROUND 5 ENDS 11.59PM PST, 10 APRIL (WED) 2013
GROUP DECAF & SPARTA
As Kitomyx peers through the crack in the door, the source of the lilts and giggles
becomes clear: My Little Phony FriendsTM!
Are these the next phase of Phonyland’s nefarious marketing plan? There are comfy pens
situated throughout the vast room, but not all the inhabitants are within their set confines;
everywhere the duo look, as they slowly emerge from the closet, are colourful,
frolicking animals, all big, sparkly eyes and happy smiles - almost identical to the Phonies, just...not ponies.
Llamas! Giraffes! Elephants! Dinosaurs! (Dinosaurs?) Piping voices greet their appearance
as the denizens closer to the closet notice their presence, “Hallo, Mr. Janitors!”
“Hey, wait a minute,” a brontosaurus (brontosaurus?) says after a moment, squinting closely
at their masked miens, “you’re not our Mr. Janitors.”
“Yeah,” others agree, nodding as they peer at the newcomers, “yeah, they’re not.”
“Maybe they’re the ones who’re supposed to be looking for Bobby,” a lion opines.
“Are you looking for Bobby?” a joey asks, “you know, Bobby, he’s the red bull.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” a inhuman bellow suddenly resounds, “YOU SAID REEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!”
As the furious clop of hooves barrels towards our heroes, all that can be seen a blur of red and -
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!! ALAS, KITOMYX! Having been but inches - inches!
- ahead of Syrcaid, it is Kitomyx that is unceremoniously run through by a pair of massive horns...atop...yes.
A red bull. The body crumples lifelessly to the ground. This is one product that would definitely not pass safety regulations.
“No, no, no, Bobby, here we go again,” a giraffe sighs impatiently, “you’re supposed to
go crazy when you see red, not hear red! Look what you’ve done!
These are the folks who’re supposed to be looking for you!”
“Oh. Sorry ‘bout that,” the bull scuffs a hoof sheepishly, batting big eyes at the remaining human, Syrcaid,
“Hi, I’m Bobby. I’ve been waiting for you. I have a command string implanted in my mind, and it’s impelling me to ask you...
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAName> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAWing> [ Spring | Summer | Winter ]?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAPrimary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOASecondary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOATertiary Colour> ?”
...SOLE SURVIVOR SYRCAID - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond:
[b]Group:[/b] Departa
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ]
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ]
Syrcaid
GROUP AFTERMATH & EATS
The beverage store is vast, but neat, and with two sifting through the bottles and cans,
it takes short work to sort through most of the bar’s inventory. A glimmer of red and blue...
Atmadja’s eye is caught, and she pushes aside a bottle of Absolut to see.. That is it!
That is exactly it! A can of RED BULL! Right where you’d have expected it!
Atmadja reaches down and picks it up triumphantly, then - oh, no, what is this?
- unexpectedly throws a last look at her partner with a ghastly mix of horror and dismay:
the can begins to glow - and she suddenly dissolves into a broken trail of light, bottle and all,
pulled into the halo of the can! WHAT - HOW - NO!!!!!! A-and then, it happened...
what emerges from the bright orb that envelopes the now hovering Red Bull is...
a shimmery, flexing, translucent pair...of wings. A virtual keyboard unfolds below it,
obviously intended for Tygress Dream’s fingers, a string of text unfurling in mid-air:
“Hey, listen! Key in the following:
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAName> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAWing> [ Spring | Summer | Winter ]?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAPrimary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOASecondary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOATertiary Colour> ?”
...SOLE SURVIVOR TYGRESS DREAM - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond:
The beverage store is vast, but neat, and with two sifting through the bottles and cans,
it takes short work to sort through most of the bar’s inventory. A glimmer of red and blue...
Atmadja’s eye is caught, and she pushes aside a bottle of Absolut to see.. That is it!
That is exactly it! A can of RED BULL! Right where you’d have expected it!
Atmadja reaches down and picks it up triumphantly, then - oh, no, what is this?
- unexpectedly throws a last look at her partner with a ghastly mix of horror and dismay:
the can begins to glow - and she suddenly dissolves into a broken trail of light, bottle and all,
pulled into the halo of the can! WHAT - HOW - NO!!!!!! A-and then, it happened...
what emerges from the bright orb that envelopes the now hovering Red Bull is...
a shimmery, flexing, translucent pair...of wings. A virtual keyboard unfolds below it,
obviously intended for Tygress Dream’s fingers, a string of text unfurling in mid-air:
“Hey, listen! Key in the following:
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAName> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAWing> [ Spring | Summer | Winter ]?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAPrimary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOASecondary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOATertiary Colour> ?”
...SOLE SURVIVOR TYGRESS DREAM - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond:
[b]Group:[/b] Heartburn
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ]
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ]
Tygress Dream
GROUP MONSTROUS
Can it be...? What are the odds?! Indeed, amongst the array of bizarrities is nestled a tube within
which floats...a red bull. It appears to be a minotaur of sorts: a bull head upon a human torso with
bipedal bull legs - but, yes, red from hoof to horn. Chrystali shimmies up their monstrous pet,
punching the button to release the tube’s captive. A long, slow hiss...and the hatch unseals to steadily
rise up and back, the tinted liquid bubbling quietly right up to the brim.
But...wait...what...what is this feeling... The scene begins to blur before Chrystali’s eyes,
dimming and flaring alarmingly. The fumes! But, OH, the realisation comes all too late -
SPLASH. Even their pet cannot help her now, as...as... Oh, what a senseless tragedy.
On the bright side, the added volume in the tube gently pushes the red bull to the surface.
As he rises into air for the first time since his creation, his eyes open wonderingly,
and, almost on instinct alone, it grasps the thick glass edges and flips itself smoothly out of the tube.
“Oh,” he says, when he is fully aware, dripping next to ChezaRain and staring at Chrystali’s
unfortunate body in the space he had once occupied, “I’m sorry about your friend.
I’ve been waiting for you...I think. I have a command string implanted in my mind, and it’s impelling me to ask you...
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAName> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAWing> [ Spring | Summer | Winter ]?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAPrimary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOASecondary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOATertiary Colour> ?”
...SOLE SURVIVOR CHEZARAIN - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond:
Can it be...? What are the odds?! Indeed, amongst the array of bizarrities is nestled a tube within
which floats...a red bull. It appears to be a minotaur of sorts: a bull head upon a human torso with
bipedal bull legs - but, yes, red from hoof to horn. Chrystali shimmies up their monstrous pet,
punching the button to release the tube’s captive. A long, slow hiss...and the hatch unseals to steadily
rise up and back, the tinted liquid bubbling quietly right up to the brim.
But...wait...what...what is this feeling... The scene begins to blur before Chrystali’s eyes,
dimming and flaring alarmingly. The fumes! But, OH, the realisation comes all too late -
SPLASH. Even their pet cannot help her now, as...as... Oh, what a senseless tragedy.
On the bright side, the added volume in the tube gently pushes the red bull to the surface.
As he rises into air for the first time since his creation, his eyes open wonderingly,
and, almost on instinct alone, it grasps the thick glass edges and flips itself smoothly out of the tube.
“Oh,” he says, when he is fully aware, dripping next to ChezaRain and staring at Chrystali’s
unfortunate body in the space he had once occupied, “I’m sorry about your friend.
I’ve been waiting for you...I think. I have a command string implanted in my mind, and it’s impelling me to ask you...
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAName> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAWing> [ Spring | Summer | Winter ]?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOAPrimary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOASecondary Colour> ?
R:My Little PhonyFlutter SemiCYOATertiary Colour> ?”
...SOLE SURVIVOR CHEZARAIN - WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?
Please use the following code to respond:
[b]Group:[/b] Monstrous
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ]
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! ]
ChezaRain
GROUP SLEAZY & BONJOUR
“W-wait,” the unicorn weakly gasps, cracking one big blue eye just the slightest bit open
as the wayward LARPers drag him along, “I - I understand. Y-you’re looking for R-red Bull, aren’t you?
I’ll...I’ll tell you where it is.”
“I -” he starts, before breaking into a racking cough - when he resumes, his voice has fallen to a whisper,
necessitating the conspirators to lean in closer, “I think...”
This time, both eyes snap open.
“I think you should die in a fire.”
A coruscant blue blazes up around that wicked horn, and his assailants immediately burst into flames.
He lands daintily on his hooves as they, too, land, scant piles of bone-white ashes, on the ******** tourists,” he mutters as he trots back to the room at the end of the hallway.
That’ll teach you to taser your DM.
“W-wait,” the unicorn weakly gasps, cracking one big blue eye just the slightest bit open
as the wayward LARPers drag him along, “I - I understand. Y-you’re looking for R-red Bull, aren’t you?
I’ll...I’ll tell you where it is.”
“I -” he starts, before breaking into a racking cough - when he resumes, his voice has fallen to a whisper,
necessitating the conspirators to lean in closer, “I think...”
This time, both eyes snap open.
“I think you should die in a fire.”
A coruscant blue blazes up around that wicked horn, and his assailants immediately burst into flames.
He lands daintily on his hooves as they, too, land, scant piles of bone-white ashes, on the ******** tourists,” he mutters as he trots back to the room at the end of the hallway.
That’ll teach you to taser your DM.
Scaramouche Fandango
StarieMichie
SORRY, YOU'RE DEAD! gonk
Thanks for playing and better luck next time!
Thanks for playing and better luck next time!
Kitomyx
Atmadja
Chrystali
