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 Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:58 pm
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 8:00 pm
HP: 54 / 60
DMG: 9 - 6 = 3 + 1 = 4
BOSS HP: 36 / 40
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 8:01 pm
HP: 48 / 60
DMG: 13 - 6 = 7 + 1 = 8
BOSS HP: 28 / 40
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 8:02 pm
HP: 42 / 60
DMG: 10 - 6 = 4 + 1 = 5
BOSS HP: 23 / 40
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kuropeco rolled 11 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 1, 1, 4, 3, 2, 3, 1, 2, 1
Total: 21 (11-44)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 8:03 pm
HP: 36 / 60
DMG: 21 - 2 = 19 / 2 = 9.5 = 10
BOSS HP: 13 / 40
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 8:05 pm
HP: 30 / 60
DMG: 11 - 6 = 5 + 1 = 6
BOSS HP: 7 / 40
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 8:05 pm
HP: 24 / 60
DMG: 17 - 6 = 11 + 1 = 12
BOSS HP: dead
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:48 pm
Mengyao Miao was disgusted.
He wasn't even really surprised at the idea of a second of himself - really, everyone should be so lucky as to have a second one of himself in existence. What was the incredibly distasteful and disgusting and entirely unforgivable aspect of a second version of himself was the concept of that second version being a hunter.
It made Mengyao vaguely ill just thinking about it.
He couldn't even say that his other self looked good, though Mengyao would have said that he looked good all the time. But no one looked good in those dreary, drab white and gold coats, their stupid scarves that always made Mengyao want to reach out and strangle them with. It made him nauseated to even consider the possibility that someone had taken this much liberty - although he had no idea what that even meant, really, but it didn't matter because this was all wrong.
He was going to crush his other self like a twig beneath his foot.
It took Mengyao a little bit of time to actually accomplish this, however; he had to carefully counter each and every move that his counterpart made, and doing that was difficult, because it moved similarly to himself, and it attacked similarly to himself.
Mengyao was annoyed. And rightfully so, in his head. He weighed the options of simply garroting his despicable hunter counterpart with the wire of his longbow, but that also seemed unnecessarily tedious. There had to be a better way to get rid of the stupid thing.
He'd paused to think for two long and received a resounding blow to the back of his head in the process. Mengyao wheeled around, snarling, and clocked him as hard as he could with the side of his own bow, sending his counterpart staggering back and swearing like -
- well, like himself. Mengyao felt fury rippling up and down his spine.
This will never, ever be true. This will never come to pass.
I would rather die than become one of you.
The voices whispered to him, rising and falling like the tide of the sea, a fizzling, soft rustle of noises that Mengyao had long since grown used to. He sucked in a sharp breath and swung the bow into position even as his counterpart lunged for him, Mengyao bellowing out an angry sound.
It was over within minutes.
Somehow it felt more victorious when he wasn't thinking about who it was.
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