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melona-pan generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 8:50 am
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melona-pan generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 8:51 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 8:54 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 8:55 am
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melona-pan rolled 10 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 1, 4, 2, 1, 4, 3, 1, 1
Total: 25 (10-40)
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 8:56 am
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→ DANCE DANCE REFORMATION: DAY SEVEN ROLL
light: 4, 4, 1, 4 standard: 4, 4, 1, 4, 2, 1 heavy: 4, 4, 1, 4, 2, 1, 4, 3, 1, 1
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purplerosesbeauty rolled 6 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 4, 3, 3, 1
Total: 17 (6-24)
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 9:17 am
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Taki-di rolled 10 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 3, 2, 3, 3, 3, 2, 3, 4
Total: 26 (10-40)
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 2:30 pm
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Taki-di rolled 1 100-sided dice:
88
Total: 88 (1-100)
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Green Minuet rolled 4 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 4, 1
Total: 11 (4-16)
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 3:07 pm
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Kerras Farron
Once again, Kerras was out of luck and out of time. They kept looking between the screen and the game pad, landing on the appropriate arrow just a second too late. Somehow, staying on beat was so much harder when they had to think about where to place their feet. At least on the harp, they knew where their fingers were meant to go.
When at last the song finished (they breathed out a surge of relief; it had been touch and go there for a bit) they collapsed against the banister. Not a great score, but they were just happy for it to be over and not to have failed out completely. Much to their chagrin, one of the podlings hopped onto the game pad, selected the heavy difficulty, and began dancing like a demon.
“That's kind of mean...” Kerras muttered, watching the “Perfect”s fly.
☆I'M PLAYING DANCE DANCE REFORMATION!!!☆ name: Kerras Farron difficulty: light score: 1
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Green Minuet rolled 1 100-sided dice:
73
Total: 73 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 4:21 pm
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Lutrin Weesil
A loud crash and an angry scream came from the direction of the whack-a-groundbeast game... or where the whack-a-groundbeast game use to be. Lutrin stood over its crushed remains, breathing hard, and wielding the deformed mallet. Her eyes were wild and unfocused.
From the wreckage, a half a dozen nutbeasts emerged in a daze. Lutrin swung the mallet like a golf club, sending one of the rodents flying. That was enough motivation for the others to gather their wits. They scattered and Lutrin went after them, all but frothing at the mouth. The hunters and prey raced around the booth, knocking over patrons, merchandise, and stampeding everything under foot.
At last Lutrin cornered one of the nutbeasts by a lone DDR machine. She and her prey stared each other down, each wary and bristling with violence. Then in a blur, she pounced. The two went down in the snow, claws and teeth flashing. The other five nutbeasts, detecting the commotion, froze where they stood. In an instant they came running back. They dove into the fray, and the air soon filled with blood, fur, and animalistic screams.
The combatants rolled onto the dance pad, a tangle of flailing limbs and pain. As they continued to fight, the game took its cue to start. A jumble of arrows flew up across the screen. Lutrin screamed again, kicking and twisting in an effort to rip the nutbeasts off her. Score results began to explode across the monitor: Boo, Perfect, Marvelous, Miss, Good, Good, Perfect, Miss, Great, Miss, Boo, Good, Boo, Great, Miss, Marvelous...
Lutrin rolled away into the snow, and the squirrels took their chance. They raced away into the distance. Bruised and bleeding, Lutrin pulled herself to her feet. Suddenly she whirled to face Frossa, taking her by the shoulders. Her grip was tight, and impressed bloody handprints into the purpleblood's coat. Lutrin took a deep breath, expression pained. She opened her mouth, as though to speak, and...
“...”
The words stopped in her mouth. After a second the brownblood closed her eyes. She released Frossa and withdrew. From behind, a security team advanced on her in a loose ring. Lutrin inclined her head to the side every so slightly, marking their positions. Then her gaze flitted over to the blood-dressed DDR machine.
By the time anyone caught onto the meaning of the glance it was too late.
Lutrin vaulted over the top of it, and from there leapt onto the roof of the booth, well clearing the heads of the security. She fell into a roll, landing on the other side, and without so much as stopping to catch her breath, sprinted away.
☆I'M PLAYING DANCE DANCE REFORMATION: REMIX!!!☆ name: Lutrin Weesil score: 127,762 proof: here scoreboard name: SQK
melona-pan This is an autobiography. (I'm so sorry.)
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2018 5:03 pm
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While running your booth, you’re approached by pair of a trolls, a yellowblood and a redblood. They stand close together, but you can see they’re holding hands quite tightly and the redblood seems like she’s hanging back slightly. They’re both bundled up, as one would expect in this weather, and the yellowblood seems particularly anxious, biting his lip and rubbing his free palm on his thigh.
“Ahh, I, ah, I w-wanted t-t-to...mmm.” Man his stutter wasn’t great.
The yellowblood shifts a little, eyes darting away then back, digging his hand into his pocket and procuring friendship bracelets.
“H-here, f-or, ah, r---unning a b-booth. Th-thanks.” He hands over the prize, looking a bit flushed and flustered.
You received bracelets from Nictor and Kolako! There’s enough that each troll manning the booth can keep one each! If i miscounted and missed someone, let me know. Everyone needs a bracelet. Everyone.If you would like to respond, feel free to quote Nictor! Kolako doesn’t seem very interested in talking though.
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