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 Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 10:28 am
 Life Hunter
BATTLE ARENA
The portal opens up into an observation room, and down the stairs, an odd chamber for something like hunter training. At the center of a piranha-filled pool stands a solid stone table and several chairs. The Life Arena was built underneath the demolitions and ballistics testing areas, and the chamber rumbles with the occasional explosions above. Pinpoint red lasers sweep across the room regularly, as if hidden snipers are searching for a nice target. In the center of the table sits a wooden tower, made up of smaller wooden blocks. Yes. That's right. The Life Hunters prefer to train via Jenga.
Note: Distraction techniques and Yo Momma jokes are considered viable weapons when playing competitively.
If you fail: you have knocked down the tower! A small dart hits the back of your neck. You come to several hours later, and hope Dr. H didn't do anything to your body while you were unconscious. When you look into the mirror...
If you win: you have reached 50 points! You get a sharpie marker to do with as you please. peen points go to those with the highest scores.
Group Play
Playing in a group on any course means certain things can be shifted to make it a better experience for multiple people without holding anyone back.
An approved group play alteration for the life arena goes as follows:
When someone knocks the tower down, they are shot with a weaker dart. They will wake up 5 minutes later, the game can be reset back to the point before it fell by placing their hands on the table and saying the word, constructum. This allows them to start again where they left off instead of the beginning. They can take up to three of these darts before passing out for an hour, the game will not reset for them and they will need to try again from the beginning.
Mechanics
- by carefully removing pieces of the tower, you earn points and advance to the next round. As the rounds continue, the odds grow steadily against you. Rolling a 1 at any point means you have knocked down the tower. Please do enjoy your mystery dart. Anything after reaching 50 points is purely for peen.
- you may roll pieces individually (suggested for group play) or in batches of 5 (basically, a full round.)
Round 1
Pieces: 5
Points per piece: 1
Trainee Roll: 1d10
Life Trainee Roll: 1d12
Hunter Roll: 1d12
Life Hunter Roll: 1d20
Round 2
Pieces: 5
Points per piece: 3
Trainee Roll: 1d8
Life Trainee Roll: 1d10
Hunter Roll: 1d10
Life Hunter Roll: 1d12
Round 3
Pieces: 5
Points per piece: 4
Trainee Roll: 1d6
Life Trainee Roll: 1d8
Hunter Roll: 1d8
Life Hunter Roll: 1d10
Round 4
Pieces: 5
Points per piece: 10
Trainee Roll: 1d4
Life Trainee Roll: 1d6
Hunter Roll: 1d6
Life Hunter Roll: 1d8
Bonus Mechanics
Life Hunters train for precise hand eye coordination and exceptional judgement, thus they have a slightly lower chance of knocking down the tower.
Status Round: (current round number)Pieces Taken:Total Points: [quote="Status"]
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[b]Pieces Taken:[/b]
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 10:38 am
Bittlface Text
To: Dylon From: Horace Meet me at the life training thing. got an idea for all that El Colon Cleanse I bought. Quote: Text
To: Dylon From: Horace Contest. See who can take the heat. Two shot glasses in one hand and the bottle (industrial-sized) of hot sauce in the other, he whistled merrily and strolled over to the portal. His goal: the Life Arena. Horace didn't enter just yet; he was too afraid it'd trigger the start or something and he'd die horribly. To be honest, he wasn't sure what the Life course was, excepting the fact that he could apparently do shots while training. Horace could likely find a way to do shots anywhere. Maybe during a spar - that'd be something.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 11:14 am
Dylon found Horace outside the training course like he said he would. He laughed as he saw him, clapping the boy on the shoulder. "What was with that text, dude?" He took a glance at what Horace had on him, shaking his head with an amused grin. "Oh boy.."
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 12:06 pm
"Figured it'd be alright to spice things up. I dunno what the Life thing actually is, but I've heard it's both horrible or boring. Figure for each failure, you have to drink." He grinned and stepped into the arena. And his grin wavered and fell, confusion taking its place. Warily, he walked to the table and set the bottle and glasses down. "Dylon," His voice was full of disbelief. "What the ******** - it's ******** Jenga!" He took a seat and stared at the carefully placed tower. Then he turn pale blue eyes to the tech station up above. He flipped them the bird and a dart whizzed past him to thunk heavily into the table. What the ********. He turned his eyes back to dylon and made a face. Horace gestured for him to go first. "Age before beauty."
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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 5:52 pm
Dylon laughed at Horace's realization that the Life Course was all about steady hands. And also dicks drawn on faces. "Hey now," He snorted, as Horace poked fun at their age difference. "With age comes wisdom. I'll sweep the floor you, Hot Shot." Because hot sauce you see. Dylon readied his steady hands, despite being a Moon Hunter, and pulled various pieces out smoothly. "Be prepared to cleanse that colon, buddy." Status Round: 1 Pieces Taken: 9 Total Points: 9
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 9:12 am
"Oh man," he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "You would pull nine damn pieces. I hate Jenga." Slowly, he eased pieces out, stacking them carefully again on the top. "So do you wanna do drinks for whomever knocks it over, or whomever pulls less pieces?" He looked apprehensively at the hot sauce. Status Round: 1 Pieces Taken: 5 Total Points: 5
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Bittiface rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 4:14 pm
"I think for the sake of our stomachs, we'll take shots if it falls over." He said this, yet so far he was killing it. The man got 7 more pieces out of the tower expertly. His face was as smug as he felt. Status Round: 2 Pieces Taken: 7 Total Points: 9 + 21
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 6:03 pm
Horace watched Dylon skillfully pull out log after log. ...were they even called logs? "You skillful ********. Makes me wanna knock this damn thing down on purpose." He laughed and placed his pieces on top. Status Round: 2Pieces Taken: 2 Total Points: 5 + 6 = 11 Buittiface omg why is he so good at this???
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 7:17 pm
"If you do, that's two extra shots for being a jerk." Dylon grinned. "Don't be hatin' on my steady hands. Maybe I should have been in Life." He laughed haughtily, swimming in his gloat. Status Round: 3 Pieces Taken: 2 / 5 Total Points: 9 + 21 + 8 + The Semblance of Unity idek man wow asian super powers?
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2014 7:04 am
Horace looked at the hot sauce bottle and seemed to consider something very hard. Then he grinned. "Life's full of weirdos, Dylon. ...maybe you'd fit right in." He clacked the ball of his tongue piercing noisily against his teeth. {it is, of course, a boon that your enamel may be repaired over time as a result of our bond. however, I suggest you rid yourself of that habit nevertheless.}Horace didn't reply, instead focusing on pulling the pieces out carefully. Dylon was ahead of him, and Horace did like to win. It was a shame, really, that he was just so awful at winning. "I'll catch up to you, mark my words," he sing-songed before placing his last piece on top. Status Round: 2 Pieces Taken: 8/5 Total Points: 11 + 18 = 39
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2014 3:04 pm
Dylon finally made a folly, and not only would Horace get to catch up, he would surpass Dylon completely. A miscalculation on Dylon's part created a cataclysmic tumbling of his tower. "Oh no----" A dart came shooting down into Dylon's back. Then man then face planted into the table's surface. Status Round: 3 Pieces Taken: 2 / 5 Total Points: 9 + 21 + 8 + FAIL
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:42 pm
Horace swore he leapt five feet into the air as Dylon was gunned (darted, really) down. Reaching across the table, he poked him, hard. Nothing. Hmmm. There were all kinds of opportunities present in this situation, he thought - most of them decidedly Not Very Nice. Horace was generally a nice guy, but it was terribly tempting. He grabbed the bottle of hot sauce and unstoppered it. Dabbing a bit on his tongue, he winced and looked at Dylon,. Peaceful, tranq'd Dylon. With a horrible smile, he swiped some of the hot sauce just under Dylon's nostrils, poured the man a shot, and waited for him to wake up.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:45 pm
He woke up to a horrid start, thanks to hot sauce on the nose. In fact, the whole Life Training course had become a total disaster. By the time the two of them left for the day, Dylon's tongue and lips were red and numb. He was also laughing. "YOUR LIPS ARE SO RED IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE WEARING LIPSTICK!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:09 pm
Horace swung around to face Dylon while walking backwards. He puckered up his burning lips and blew the other hunter a dramatic kiss. "Is it a good color - I don't look like too much of a whore now, do I?" And then he stumbled over something and almost fell on his face. His laughter turned into a coughing fit that left his throat feeling raw. "'Sides," he wheezed. "You look like a regular Snow White or some s**t. <********>. This stuff hurts." Horace rubbed at his lips again. And swallowed. And stuck his tongue out. He'd almost cried it was so hot - almost. Horace was a manly man man, and manly men did not tear up over hot sauce. "I need... ice cream or something," he mourned.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:41 pm
"You do, man. A total whore." Dylon laughed, which turned into a full on belly laugh when the man nearly fell over. Laughing at a friend's expense was a natural thing to do. "Yeah, I know. I make this look good." He said with an air of arrogance, of which was totally bullshitted. He laughed soon after. "Ice cream. Good call. It's on me! Let's roll out!" He clapped the man on the back, and ran down the hall. "RACE YOU!"
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