Green Minuet rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17Total: 17 (1-20)
Green Minuet
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 7:44 pm
Kursha
I'm rolling a: Torso Rolls left today: 0 Rump Score: 81 Torso Score: 17 Head Score: 0
With his rump looking fairly polished (Kursha hastily scooped a handful of powdery snow into a small cavity on the side that he had over-looked), Kursha started on the torso. Compacting a lump of snow between his mitts he soon had a grape-fruit sized snowball rolling around his station.
Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 5:19 am
Shortcuts it turned out, were much easier to find in forests then they were in cities. Trudging back to the course, Alexin finally managed to snap off the now useless rocket from the mark III. No unburdenered by the heavy machinery he kicked off as fast as he could, rocketing towards the trash pile. He’d only just got going again, so there was no way he was going to stop now! Even if the trash did look kinda gross and not at all healthy to be in. Indeed when the fumes reached his mouth he began to cough slightly, and his nose had already been running from the cold. I chose option # : 1 My score is: -4
As she trudged through the snow, it dawned on Nervit she was never going to pick back up speed – and so she abandoned her current sled, instead going straight for the glint of something shiny in the trash heaps. Hopefully it’d be something she could repurpose for a better slid than the neon orange disk that had so far crushed her hopes so badly. Digging through trash for things to repurpose was no stranger to Nervit, so she quickly and efficiently began to toss unneeded things away – and well, if they happened to get in the way of the other sledgers, that was all part of the fun!
I chose option # : 1 My score is: -3 (Started Late!) Keionx Rutace shoved her snow-travel forward as fast as she could. She couldn't believe how late she had started. She'd thought her directions to Zariah were clear, but apparently not because she had gotten lost herself! Blah. That had not been a heroic thing to do.
Ah well! Clearly, the only way to rectify it was to cover it up and pretend that she had meant to do it all along. She had managed to catch up after some truly ferocious (and debatably knightly?) sledding and was soon upon the trash pile, speeding along behind... was that her twin? Excellent! Her princess was in sight! She couldn't fail him now!
She built up some extra speed and, with a cry of "Onwaaaard! CHAAAARRRGE!!!" she barrelled down the mountain of trash on her sled, the wind whipping her face with cold as she flushed orange in excitement!
Not a moment after you hop off of the road and onto the perilous peak of the trash pile do you realize that this was a very bad idea. Teetering on what appears to be a chunk of a staircase and looking down at the endless heap of junk below, you finally make the plunge - and it's not pretty. Somehow, some of the building infrastructure within the pile is unearthed, and the mountain starts to come down - TRASHVALANCHE! Lose two points.
If you chose 2):
You go around the piles, careful to steer away from the steep drop into the construction zone. It takes quite some time, and you have a few near misses with falling icicles. If anything, you might get out of this race in one piece. Lose one point.
If you chose 3):
In a moment of nefarious inspiration you sled up to a crane and start to lob rocks, ice hunks and metal chunks at its long arm to loose some of its sharp bounty. Not only is this method of attack effective, but you also manage to set off a dormant alarm within the vehicle! You slowed some trolls down with your shenanigans, but it's probably best to skedaddle before the noise becomes too unbearable. Gain one point.
If you chose 4):
You take a moment to dig around in the trash, finding your current sled unsatisfactory. Not only do you find a sweet old beach chair from the Boardwalk, but in dislodging it from its place in the pile you manage to spur a mighty TRASHVALANCHE on the other side of the hill! You easily scramble down the pile and make some quick modifications to your sled: it can recline now. Super awesome. Gain two points.
Next Choice:
The construction area spills out near a double-decker highway. As the weather is becoming increasingly icy, it's getting rather difficult to see ahead. The Old Hemisect amusement park can barely be made out in the distance, its lights twinkling dimly in the night. Since starting the race, you're cold, wet and - hopefully - still hungry for victory.
The road itself looks pretty perilous. A huge 18-wheeler husktruck has tipped over onto the steep median right beside the two-story highway, a testament to the slick conditions that may exist on the roads. The top road is covered by a thick cover of snow and whipping winds, and its structural integrity is nearly impossible to make out at this distance. The bottom road appears to have an enticing solid layer of ice coating its surface - construction lights appear to be glowing a soft yellow from the inside. Which path do you take?
1) Take snowy high road! 2) Take the icy low road! 3) Hop the fence and sled down the median! 4) Walk down the median, like a true warrior of caution.
Ganyma I'm rolling a: Torso! Rolls left today: 0 Rump Score: 85 Torso Score: 33 Head Score:
Ganyma was lost in his rolling. He was certainly doing better this time around after studying the redblood's technique, and whistled cheerily as he worked. He even pulled up quite the carpet of white snow to add to his shapely torso! Ganyma just hoped he wouldn't fill out too much, but at this rate it seemed inevitable.
He looked over at the redblood's snowman. His ball was getting pretty hefty, too. He refrained from saying anything after the previous misunderstanding, and focused on his own work. He'd pulled up so much snow in one area that a thin layer of dirt poked out from under the soft whiteness.
Miache I'm rolling a: Rump! Rolls left today: Rolling 2 now and 1 in the next Rump Score: 20 + 33 +25 (7cool Torso Score: Head Score:
No.....no no no.....noooo....
The shriek that escaped the small troll could be heard by every other contestant, a mix between being petrified and in the process of dying on the inside. Miache's hands suddenly stiffened, a steely grip on his sled as his teeth ground and eyes went wide. Somehow he'd managed to go catatonic still on his sled, leaving it to simply cruise along by itself with leftover momentum. The sled slowly rolled down the road, taking to the easier, lower path. I chose option # : 2 (He still needs that crying option D:,) My score is: -1
Zariah I'm rolling a: Rump! Rolls left today: Two now, 1 next post Rump Score: 34 + 29 + 28 (63) (Bust!!) Torso Score: Head Score:
Ew gross.....he saw the trash mountain tip and heard a couple malcontent groans....as well as a blood-curdling shriek. He cringed slightly, he'd hate to see the poor b*****d that made that sound. At least he was in one piece though, also not covered in trash like a few trolls he saw on the other side.
As he neared the truck he pursed his lips. Shoot.....well....he could take the high road...but that looked rather stormy.....or he could take the low road...but that looked rather slick. It was then he noticed others taking to the median. Now THERE was an idea! But as he saw some sledding down he pursed his lips. Well....just to be safe he'd better......sled......walking he'd probably get someone knocking him over.....yes, sledding down it was the safest option. I chose option # : 3 My score is: -1
Sinter could feel his fighting spirit waver a bit as he watched other racers zip through the construction site while he awkwardly wiggled his saucer around the marked course.
He felt significantly better about his decision, though, when he rounded a corner in time to see an enormous pile of trash slide down onto some unfortunate sled-riders, while others still were being forced to dodge falling icicles.
The chaos, even at this distance, made Sinter's blood boil. Those... hooligans! He'd find a way to win without resorting to such barbaric tactics... or at least without impaling anyone on an icicle.
The blaring of the siren nearly sent Sinter veering into a snowdrift, but he managed to correct in time and sent himself skid off down the icy road. Sinter could see the lights! Were those the lights of the amusement park, or... wait.....
I'm rolling a: Torso! Rolls left today: 1 Rump Score: 85 Torso Score: 32 + 36 = 68 OH NO!! Head Score:
What... the hell kind of response was that? That guy was definitely making fun of him. Sinter's face burned in indignation. What a jerk. However, Sinter didn't want to rock the boat and he'd been having a good time, so he pushed himself back into working on his snowman.
Unfortunately in his flustered state, Sinter ended up pushing his arms straight through his snowball and it broke in half. Sinter swore.
I chose option # : 2, the icy low road My score is: 2
After getting a bit lost, the little greenblood finally managed to find his way back. The trashvalanche had impacted his progress slightly, but the whole event was still too exciting for the cold and wet to bother him much. As he approached the highway on his sled, his grin sharpened a little, thinking it the perfect way to make up for some lost time. The top of the highway looked a little scary, as if it would fall at any second...but the bottom! He could see the ice gleaming on the surface of the street and immediately decided that it would be the quickest way. He would just have to be careful to keep control of the sled, but he felt confident about his abilities after all that had gone down.
