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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 1:51 pm
((Vixen))
It took a lot of effort, but Vixen pryed her weary eyes open once again...
[All yours. Really. You can do anything here, make it long, make it in your favor...anything. Now that we've established guidelines, it's time to have fun.]
[[Congratulations on Reaching Chapter II: Too Good To Be A Hemorrage! You are now moved to that thread!]]
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:21 pm
Oh well. It was neat while it lasted....
At any rate, Skip decided that this was a problem that would best be solved in his normal form. And so, he went about reverting to normal ol' Skip.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:26 pm
((Skip))
Skip jumped, he groaned.
DAMNIT! NOT AGAIN!!!
Well, he was definitely back to normal. His thoughts sank back down to earth, along with the rest of him. As for his body, he could definitely see it, plain as day.
Now, what to do with "Good 'ol Skip"...which oddly sounded like a movie in which a small, leukemia ridden boy finds a three-legged dog, and marries it in a blistering Vegas July. Touching, really.
Anyways. Yeah. Door. Boo-yah.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:11 pm
Skip stared at the door. How to get out? Dammit, why did the British man have to die?!
Oh well. Was there anything around the area of the door that looked like it could assist in its opening?
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:23 pm
((Skip))
Well...there was air...air was good. Then there was the bookshelf, which was wooden...wood was good. Ooh! There was the desk! Hmmm...but it probably wouldn't fit in the crack of the door...
Decisions, decisions...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:07 pm
Hm... what about the design of this door? It had nothing on it with which Skip could use to open it, but could he see how it was supposed to be opened?
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:10 pm
((Skip))
He leaned closer.
Whoosh! The door slid open.
The ******** thing was motion activated. Well, that was stupid. Skip peered out into the hall...it was time to continue his escape.
[Congratulations on reaching Chapter II! Please move to the appropriate forum.]
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MG Forever rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:18 pm
Man, these little boogers were just plain stupid. Spaz bounced from foot to foot, eager to rip them apart. As the two Imps came at him he leapt forward and swung his foot into the one on the left. His toenails stabbed into Imp A's chest and dragged it into the air as Spaz raised his left straight up over his head. While doing the standing splits, he grabbed Imp B by the face and dug his claws into the sides of its head.
Using two fingers, Spaz carved his initals into its chest, then backflipped kicked Imp A into the ceiling while slamming Imp B's head into the floor.
"Whee! This is more fun than going to Disneyland!"
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folchinator rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:00 pm
((MG))
It's rainin' blood! Hallelujah, it's rainin' blood! Not mud!
The kills were swift and effortless. And damn, did they feel good! Spaz turned from his bloody carnage in front of the now crimson leather couch port of the elevator shaft, and faced the final...much...larger...goblin...
It was bigger than Spaz...muscular and heavy set, it was built for pure power. Its verdant skin showed between the cracks of his gigantic suit of iron armor, and in its right hand was a blood-soaked mace...and not only that, but draped over its neck and thin, greasy streaks of jet black hair was a necklace of eyeballs...Spaz could almost even see the fear in these dead oculi...
Spaz couldn't help but gulp...this would be much more of a challenge...
The beast, sensing an opportunity to strike, let out a thunderous war cry that could have made even the most seasoned barbarian jump in surprise. Catching Spaz in a stunned state, it charged forward, mace first, at its wild-eyed enemy.
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[Core=3]
((Oh, come on! A 2?))
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MG Forever rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:40 pm
((Okay, got my character thingy up))
Well, this was probably going to hurt. There was no way Spaz could overpower this guy, he'd get squished like a bug. Running was pointless; there was no other way out. He couldn't wish the thing gone, because he'd already spent the three wishes the genie had given him. Not only that, he seemed to have misplaced his +20 Troll-slaying wiffle bat. He only had one chance...
With a serpentine twist of his body, Spaz did his best to dodge the mace, then lunged at the Troll's throat. All he had to do was steal the monster's magic stones, hit it with some kryptonite, cross the particle streams, charge his lazer, do a barrel roll, construct additional pylons, get up on the hydra's back, take off every zig, and have some peanut buttah jelly. No problem!
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:43 pm
((Alice))
Gah. His...his grip t-tightened.
"I said, read."
And so she looked down, ready to completely forget whatever AA s**t the book had to offer...
Holy s**t. There wasn't anything to read...it was more of...a sight to behold...
Carved out of the thick, gold-trimmed stack was a huge cubic hole...big enough to fit...well, in this case, it seemed to be a...studded choker...looked like part of her dominatrix set, really...
She didn't understand...what was this all about, and why was she piced to witness it....? And why were Bob and his battered wife looking so intently at it?...
Bob belched.
"I can read your thoughts, dipwad." The couple laughed for a split second, then turned back intensely...an unintentional comic duo, the two of them...
"Ya see...when you came near this room...the ******** Bible...well, it glowed, sweetheart...it was the bracelet...it's...well, I think it's calling you...strange, too...the last owner was just like you...loose around the edges, very...inward...and, well, definitely not a saint. That's why it's so strange that this...artifact...would be considered...well. That's another story. Why you're here, why we're here with it...forget it. Leave it to fate...we figure...it's best to let you learn the hard way...let-let me ask you something...do you, uh, notice anything strange happen after you get too, you know, pissed...or emotional...or...drunken...with anybody?"
She stared at the shining bracelet, which had begun to glow a pale silvery color shortly after his little tale...he was waiting.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:46 pm
((MG))
Aaaaahh...power flowed once again through Spaz' body.
It felt even better than the first time. Although, the orc over here did not seem to enjoy it much. He wheezed to a stop and shrugged you off of him. You hit the ground ith a thud...but it didn't matter. His power was yours...or at least some of it.
Catching his breath, the green pig turned around weakly...his mace scraping the floor around him...
<<+5 STR>>
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:38 pm
Mmm, tasted like chicken. POWER CHICKEN!! Spaz licked the blood off his claws and grinned sadistically at the troll, who wasn't looking so tough anymore. The tables had turned; the hunter had become the hunted; the shoe was now on the other foot; the spoon was from the Philippines; the AC was set to medium; the golfer was drinking from the water trap; the picnic basket was made of lead; the clock was striking sixteen; the- wait, what were we talking about?
Oh yeah, the troll.
Spaz jumped into the air, drove his claws into the troll's shoulders, and flipped it into the air. As it came down, Spaz hurled himself forward as hard as he could, cartwheeling into the troll like a buzzsaw and ripping strips of flesh from its body as his claws found their mark. He skidded to a halt as the troll slammed into the ground, tendrils of smoke rising from Spaz's nails.
"Hehehee! I calls that one my 'Buzzsaw Claw'." He said, cackling madly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:16 pm
Alice looked down at the chocker, it had a nice sharp look. Something she could picture people wearing in the movies, but out of the screen it looked unreal. Her head was pushed closer to the object. "Yeah, I've noticed so..." His grip was starting to choke her a little. "...I've noticed things..."
A few years back, after her boyfriend had...passed away, the woods covering surrounding the small town had caught on fire. And a few months later, when she had been talked into visiting her family--which went horrible-- a gas tank in a car had just spontaneously combusted. She smiled up at the man. She looked at the bracelet closer, it shined brightly, as if inviting her to put it on. "pretty..." She said without thinking.
In a quick movement he slammed her face on the table, next to the hollow bible. He let go of her neck, but when she tried to get back up he closed the choker around her neck.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 7:04 am
((MG))
...But the beast got up. A huge 4-pronged gash seared into his body, the bloody thing definitely looked worn out. But it wasn't done fighting. Not by any means...
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Righting itself, it rose to a stalwart position. With a combination of grunts, squeals, and war shouts, the massive orc slammed its foot down, hard.
WHOOSH.
The room twisted and turned! Shaking madly from the stunning blow, you see...a white wave...coming towards you....no, wait, it's more...a checkerboard patter-
Before you realize that the floor itself has snapped itself in your direction, you are whipped with the massive sea of linoleum, sent flying back through the hallway...
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