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gracie loff rolled 3 20-sided dice:
18, 19, 8
Total: 45 (3-60)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:07 am
Trendi found his way back to the booth. He gave up on wondering who the image was of. He in fact pretty much gave up on hope of ever hitting the target in general. Still, he picked up his three darts and took aim. It wasn't a really impressive few hits, but then again.. Trendi was never very good at hitting a target as this game had proven the past few days.
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 3 20-sided dice:
17, 2, 20
Total: 39 (3-60)
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:09 am
Voscil was in a hurry, the booths were getting close to being over with! Perhaps she should have slowed down if she wanted that yo-yo half as bad as she actually did. It was any wonder she was being hasty, and managed to screw up pretty bad as two of her three shots went wild. Sure she got one as if to make up for her blunder, but it was fairly embarrassing. Groaning in frustration she crossed her arms over her chest staring in wonder at her poor aim.
Whelp. So much for scoring her sweet prize. Shrugging her shoulders she bounced off, zooming onto the next location.
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 2:22 pm
Sorry for the delayed day rollover! Sun & Mon tickets will be given out when I close up tonight at 12am EST.
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Gl!tch~ rolled 3 20-sided dice:
19, 12, 6
Total: 37 (3-60)
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:16 pm
Reemus ran back to the seadweller booth. It was the final chance to win a shirt! He had to make it happen! Picking up the darts, he tried to concentrate. So, so hard. But he was so jittery. There was too much PRESSURE. And it wouldn't let up despite his best efforts.
So the first couple of shots were terrible. His wrist was working against him. The decent last shot must've been utter luck considering his shakes. Reemus sighed and whimpered dejectedly at the results. Alas, young pup, alas.
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KitsuneAura rolled 3 20-sided dice:
15, 13, 15
Total: 43 (3-60)
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:36 pm
Lorata hurried over to the booth, eager to get one last chance to prove to the world she could win more than just a couple pens from it. It was just darts, after all, she could definitely handle throwing darts this time. If she just, umm, what had she told Poe before? Remember the wind, right! Squinting at the target, she began to throw. But it was no good. The wind was just too terrible to predict today, clearly. With a disappointed huff, she slipped back into the crowd.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 9:17 pm
BOOTH GAME IS CLOSED Distributing these assuming that I would have reset the booth at 9AM my time for monday. SUN MON As your darts shoot home, a small light resting on the table turns on. You're not sure what that means, but later on as you wander the festival a seadweller in an enormous broad-brimmed hat, large sunglasses, and massive amounts of boa feathers jogs up to you and presses a ticket into your hands. "Hey. Good work on sending those suckers home. At the darts game, I mean." Stepping back, she gives you a nod that sends feathers cascading, turns, and hurries away back into the crowds.
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:47 pm
Shrugging off the slightly raised levels of aggression from the greenblood, Regina ignored the narrowing eyes. If she got bent out of shape any time a troll looked funny at her, she'd ... well ... beat the crap out of them in a jail cell, but it would be fair and one on one and armed and she was getting sidetracked. Raising a hand, she swiped it to the side, dismissing his question on what to call her. "So long as you're thinkin' it, I don't see why you gotta tack on half a paragraph in front of my name. Anyway, who says anything about moral obligations?" Putting her hands together for a moment, she concentrated. No one ever asked these kinds of questions, and dragging up into word the things that had driven her since wigglerhood was more than a challenge. "This don't concern anyone but me. I don't give a flip about what people think I owe them, but I ain't here to tear this world down in my image. I'm here to build it up. If all you leave behind you is trash, then what's the ******** point?" Pressing the tips of her fingers together, she gave Kursha a long, searching look over them. Was this getting through to him? She supposed he might be one of the many trolls dragging around a chip on his shoulder about her, just hiding it really well. If so, she wasn't going to bother with another word. Explaining yourself to someone who already thought they knew you was in her opinion, beyond a waste of time. First you punched them till they forgot who they were, then you laid into them with the words, so they landed bright red and hot, overriding whatever notions they previously held with the strength of your conviction.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 5:44 pm
For a moment Kursha was still, eyeing Regina with an expression that resembled scepticism. Then suddenly he laughed. “Of course! That's even better!” he exclaimed. He touched a hand to his forehead, try to reel himself back in. This was fantastic. The rebels had one hell of an opponent. Not only was she the most powerful troll on the planet, but she had a good head on her shoulders to boot. He wondered if anyone else appreciated that. Probably not. They took everything way too seriously. “Sorry if I had you pegged wrong. I'm a little out of my depth here,” he said with a grin. He never apologised, not even casually unless he absolutely had to. This was a strange case. “So, all that crap you mentioned before—just necessary stepping stones to the next big thing then? And by big thing I mean, if you're so keen on 'building up the world' like you say, I'm gonna assume that you've got some kind of plan in the works.”
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