How on earth Adelaide expected to fight off infected and undying things with only one good arm was a good question. Luckily, she was still in the clear.
Unluckily, that wasn't doing her any favors in getting a favor.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:58 pm
She continued to drag herself around, eyes sharp for movement beyond fleeing victims.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:59 pm
Funny how she was actually trying to find one of the damn things now. Where was that knife when you needed it?
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8Total: 8 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:00 pm
And then, finally, a target manifested.
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] Greater Undying MOB HP: 20 HP Mob Autodamage: -2 autodamage every move you make against it. Mob Special Ability: Undying will dissipate upon defeat, and return again after a limited amount of time to haunt the area and attack other victims. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard ace card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard two card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_2.png). Add to journal and use here 3. Nothing 4. Nothing
The thorny one had shown up again. And so came the Boss out of seemingly nowhere as he charged at the undying to try and grab its attention from Adelaide.
HP: 92 Damage: 2 Undying: 18
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Adelaide forced a grin through the pain as she gave the undying a kick--or at least, attempted to. She nearly threw herself off balance but groused, "I had it," without sounding the least bit convincing. "How about you pull out that gun again?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Magnus replied. He wasn't shooting down the undying though. Just as he was about to make a move, the creature latched onto his weapon, pushing him back. The Boss gritted his teeth, as he worked on wrenching the rifle free.
"Now's a good time to hit it!"
HP: 90 Damage: 0 Undying: 17
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
"I think you're holding out on me a bit," she teased, right as her punch missed. And right after he offered her an in to boot...God damn, the pain was harder to focus past than she thought. "Really though, how're you holding up, Boss?"
He had no idea how Diana had gotten away from him, but without her to guide him, Max was just a shuffling, weaponless blind guy surrounded by undying and who knew what else. It was a piss poor plan, but the next time he heard something he walked toward it, arms outstretched.
"Hey! What's going on here?"
HP: 48 Damage: 0 Undying: 17
Quote:
Damage status: There is a trail of dried blood down the back of Max's head and his eyes are unfocused.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
Grunting, Magnus finally managed to kick the undying back and away, putting a bit of space between himself and the creature.
"We've got an undying on our hands. Take it down. And if you see a giant ******** undying horse made of thousands of the ********... run."
HP: 86 Damage: 1 Undying: 16
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Adelaide turned her head at the new voice and tutted to herself when she saw the blood and glazed look combo. Reaching out her good arm, she steadied the man and quickly said, "What he said. Try and keep up, soldier." Accompanied with a snap snap of her fingers.
And then she tried kicking the thing again, growling. "A horse? What?"
"A horse. If I see one. Riiiight." Max held still when Adelaide touched him, listening with more focus. When he realized who it was that was helping to distract the thing, he added, "Sorry, Warden. I'll run, like you say."
HP: 46 Damage: 0 Undying: 14
Quote:
Damage status: There is a trail of dried blood down the back of Max's head and his eyes are unfocused.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
"It might sound like I'm bull shitting, but some real weird s**t is out there. If it comes around, you'll know it. ******** is huge."
With a hiss, he bashed it with the butt of his rifle, just as it came right back at him.
HP: 84 Damage: 2 Undying: 12
OOC
Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
"Max. Porter. Ma'am." He shrugged. "I'll be fine, hopefully. As long as I don't run into any undying while I'm by myself." Admittedly, he'd never gotten knocked on the head hard enough to black out before, but besides a pounding headache, nothing felt particularly permanent.
HP: 44 Damage: 0 Undying: 12
Quote:
Damage status: There is a trail of dried blood down the back of Max's head and his eyes are unfocused.
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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