[ OUTSIDE - THE MAIN BASE CAMPFIRE ] (EMOTION: HATRED) Someone has set a campfire up closest to the outside of the hospital. It attracts a straggling amount of undying, but nothing too serious. Some survivors have settled in together, though occasionally when you blink, they look like infected instead. Best not to stare too hard, or hope they come for you next.
There was another campfire in the vicinity, though Adelaide already knew from previous experience that it was best not to handle strangers now. The first time she had tried approaching people, they had completely ignored her and stared into nothing. The second time, she and Dazs had met a strange crew, one of which was claiming to be a fairy tale character. It shouldn't have felt like vaguely useful information, but...well...she had seen stranger things before. Why would she discount this?
So she chose to stay away and huddled herself in a different corner of its faint glow, clutching her candlesticks like a life line. Perhaps the others would see her and come by. They all needed to corroborate. (They all needed to apologize for leaving her behind please let someone come her sons were gone again where were they when she needed them--)
For no particular reason other than to fill the silence, to smother the whispers and forget she was feeling worse and worse, Adelaide began to whistle a happy tune.
((rolled the wrong dice r u kidding sigh i'll just roll correctly for both madness and mob summon next time))
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially. wearing a dark blue parka over a pink parka over a grey sweater, the fronts of which are coated in dried blood that isn't hers.
CURRENT INFECTION STATUS PROMPT
[ 41 - 60 ] Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate).
Hello, everyone! Blade's requested an orp, and hey maybe we can cut some people's infection rates down too! Feel free to meet up again like we did in the casino and talk about what we've all been seeing!
Please remember to roll 1d10 for your first post only to see if you summon a mob!
Blade Kuroda
lurks beneath
shyanimegrl
a pet dino
Smerdle
Syusaki
thyPOPE
OpticPeach
Amorpheous
Kanth
Izumi Tenshi
Baneful
Elyessi
gachide
Azure Desiderium
GrnGriff
Toshihiko Two
Madness_insanity
Yushika
Steal
Zee Oddwyn
Regal Renegade
DraconicFeline
Nio Love
FigmentWolf
kuropeco
kuumeii
Miidnight Melody
Tsunake
Ghouliboo
hanging gallow
Ephebe
midnightglow18
~Kiana_Nala~
Natsuko-neko
Miliardo Kason
thyPOPE rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-10)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 10:11 pm
"Hello?" Monica called, stumbling into the clearing with her hand still attached to Greta's. "What's - is anyone - is that you, Adelaide?" She drew Greta forward with her. "Are you all right? We only just found our way here..." Her voice trailed off. Was that Shirin over there? But she'd just seen her friend - right - behind her. Where had she gone?
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
Stumbling close, Mia found that there were actually people here, and sat down instantly so he wouldn't accidentally run into them.
Or weird them out by standing continually and doing nothing.
Ah well.
"I've... seen you guys before. Right?" The blond wasn't sure, and stared at them through the campfire, blinking at Adelaide. Had he seen her at the casino? Or somewhere else? He didn't remember. Her candlesticks were cool though, even if she was holding them a bit oddly.
"... are you going to fight with those because that's actually kind of cool if you light them on fire and treat them like nunchuks or something. Or blew fire from them. Are you a circus performer?" Drawing his arms over his knees, Mia smiled as he realized he was probably talking too much, falling into silence. "Sorry," He whispered, staring into the fire as his hair fell into his eyes. He reached up to adjust his hat and goggles.
The fire's warmth and flames were a small bit mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but smile at the feeling of good from it. It felt safe. Kind of.
The shadows seemed to shimmer and Mia frowned as he tilted his head, pursing his lips in a dejected manner, hoping that it wasn't one of the undying.
A small floating thing hovered in place, looking rather... stoic. "Uh... was that there before?"
The apparition went from a stoic black to looking like him, only more sinister and fraying out into oblivion at the edges.
"No. No. Nonononononononononono-" Mia droned on, staggering back off of the log and staring up at the thing as it approached him, not... doing much of anything else. Just staring.
It could have passed as a twin, or something.
Despite everything, it scared the hell out of Mia, and the blond was too shaken up to act or do anything else. Just babbling the same word over and over again, mind unable to cope with what he was seeing and unable to move on.
He was stuck in a loop, and his face was ghastly white - he most likely believed that his death was here, and now.
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] YOUR SHADOW MOB HP: 15 HP Mob Autodamage: It only attacks back when you attack it, doing the SAME damage to you as you did to this mob. For instance, if you roll and do 5 damage, it will do 5 damage to you. This applies to everyone attacking it. Mob Special Ability: This looks exactly like you do. Who it takes the form of is the person who "summoned" ie: rolled it. It is able to talk and mimic the identical actions of you, the only difference other than it being much, much more sinister and sadistic is that it is also semi-transparent, fading to grey, around the edges. Other than that there is no difference between you and this apparition. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard five card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_5.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png). Add to journal and use here 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. Bottled water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView Coins: 63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and blue eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
Ephebe rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:31 am
There were people here. Sylvi nearly wept again from the sheer relief of finding someone who wasn't one of the undying. At least yet.
Company was better than nothing though and she moved closer, realising as she entered the glow of the firelight that these were people she knew. Vaguely. Had seen around before, at the Prison, and right now that was as good as being lifetime buddies in her opinion.
"H-hey," she cleared her throat, word having got a bit stuck. Her voice was raspy after all the crying she'd been doing, and her eyelids were swollen and red. Still, she attempted a smile and sat down. These people hadn't disappeared when she looked straight at them, didn't seem like apparitions made up by her mind.
Only... something caught her eye and she turned her head with a dreadful feeling in her stomach. There she was, only she wasn't, on the other side of the fire, looking remarkably like herself only frayed and grey at the edges.
And the smile. Sylvi would never smile like that, looking as if she was ready to tear the world apart and enjoy herself while doing it. The thing opened its mouth, but she was quicker; "no. Nononono - what is that thing?"
Her voice was horrified and her hands were shaking and oh gods, it was staring right at her.
MOB SUMMON - MOB B
[ MOB NAME] YOUR SHADOW MOB HP: 15 HP Mob Autodamage: It only attacks back when you attack it, doing the SAME damage to you as you did to this mob. For instance, if you roll and do 5 damage, it will do 5 damage to you. This applies to everyone attacking it. Mob Special Ability: This looks exactly like you do. Who it takes the form of is the person who "summoned" ie: rolled it. It is able to talk and mimic the identical actions of you, the only difference other than it being much, much more sinister and sadistic is that it is also semi-transparent, fading to grey, around the edges. Other than that there is no difference between you and this apparition. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard five card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_5.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png). Add to journal and use here 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. Bottled water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
"Mia!" Monica grinned, remembering him from their mutual attempts to knock boxes down. But he was quickly followed by some strange thing, and Monica would have run up to help them but that Sylvi, who she remembered from the casino, was walking over, too. What had happened? They were finally safe and everything, right? She ran over. "I'm glad to see you made it out, Sylvi!" she said, and then -
Was Sylvi crying? What was that thing looming over her? It looked...it looked just like Sylvi. Monica ran over, watching her footsteps carefully. "It's - it's - " It was so creepy, and grey. Was it even real?
Monica retrieved her fishing rod again, and dashed forward, swinging out at it.
equipping fishing rod - 2d6-2 HP: 45/50 Damage to Mob B: 5 Mob B HP: 10/15
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Ephebe rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 4Total: 8 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:41 pm
Sylvi finally snapped out of it when Monica took a swing at whatever the thing was with her fishing rod. Surging to her feet she grabbed the knife she'd found earlier and jumped the thing, stabbing wildly before stumbling backwards.
Wiping the back of her hand over her face, she saw that between her and Monica, they'd done some good damage to the creepy ******** that looked like her.
"We've almost got it!" It probably didn't even matter what it was, as long as it died. ((knife 2d4-2 HP: 44/50 Damage to Mob B: 6 Mob B HP: 4/15 ))
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Monica didn't expect it to swing back at her. It was strange - it hadn't had a fishing rod before, but whatever was in its hand had lengthened and reached for her and then - and then it'd made an upward swing, exactly like Monica's and it'd hit her across the shoulder and ouch.
Monica panted for breath and reared up to hit it again, but then there was Sylvi with her knife. What had happened to her? Where had this come from? It wasn't an undying, right?
But Sylvi was right;they almost had it, and Monica couldn't get distracted now.
equipping fishing rod - 2d6-2 HP: 40/50 Damage to Mob B: 5 Mob B HP: 0/15
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
ephebe
Smerdle rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:44 pm
He found them because of Adelaide's whistling. The fire. The fighting. Max stayed because he knew them, and that was a comfort after everything that had happened since the casino. He didn't like that there were... copies of some of them throwing punches, but otherwise the prison group seemed fairly sedate, even if some of them went dark and green-eyed if he caught them out of the corner of his eye.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25 / 100
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.
Smerdle
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Ephebe rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:49 pm
Whatever the thing with her face was, it was gone now. They'd done it, managed to make it vanish simply by being tenacious and hitting it hard enough.
"We did it," she sent an exhilarated and relieved smile to Monica, more pleased than she could put into words. It was gone, it wasn't wearing her face anymore - but she noticed something had appeared where the creature had once been. Moving closer to examine it, she saw... a water bottle?
Fantastic, she'd been rather thirsty lately. Happily she grabbed the item, glad that at least something good had come of this.
Moving back to join the others, she noticed they had a newcomer. She nodded to the brunette, glad that he hadn't brought any doppelgangers with him - and pleased all around to see more survivors, as well.
Which was when she finally that there was still a doppelganger left. "s**t!" It was grey, fraying at the edge's like hers had been, but instead it looked like one of the other survivors here.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
He thought he was close enough to hit the doppelganger that remained, but when Max swung, all he got was a whole lot of air. At least that other one had been taken out. The world around the fire felt a little less dangerous, but with that thing still hanging around he didn't dare sit.
"Is everyone okay? Are you all... you?" From the way the other man was looking at the shadow, Max could guess his answer was no.
Crowbar: 2d10-8
HP: 50/50 Damage: lol Mia's Shadow: 15
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25 / 100
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.
thyPOPE
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Ephebe rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 2Total: 3 (2-8)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:58 pm
"I... yes, I am, at least. Monica too I think," she sent a glance to the other woman before looking at the brunette guy and then finally, back to the grey thing. "We need to do something about that," she said, resolutely moving closer.
The creature didn't seem to react to her proximity, at least not until she swiped at it with her knife - it dodged, and swiped back at her as it went.
"Okay, that wasn't the best attack ever," she scoffed at herself, moving slowly to try and get in position for another go at it.
((knife 2d4-2 HP: 43/50 Damage to Mob A: 1 lol Mob A HP: 14/15))
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[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Smerdle
thyPOPE
sorry for all the quotes when you get back kghkdjfk
thyPOPE rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:25 pm
"I...who else could I be?" Monica shook her head, and leaned closer to the place where she'd last seen that first shadow. There was another bottle of water,and Monica reached for it guiltily.
Then she turned to face the new problem, even as unnerved as she'd been by Sylvi's shadow. "There are so many of these," she frowned. Where had they come from? The fog? equipping fishing rod - 2d6-2 HP: 40/50
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
Shaun was visibly shivering as he wandered aimlessly around the outside grounds. He tried not to listen to the whispers, or to wail in terror as he found himself alone... alone... alone...
Alone?
There were people ahead, people he knew, voices he knew, and he had to see if they were real... Please be real..
They were
“Monica?!” There were others, people he definitely knew, real people, oh god, real people... he wanted to fall down crying at their feet, no matter that there were shadows nearby or anything. “You're here! You're alive! I'm not alone! I'm not alone!!!”
He ran towards them, definitely crying now. Suddenly he felt... angry. So angry. Wildly angry. “You bastards left me alone...” he said, shivering as his burning face was caressed by a stray tendril of fog, “Why did you do that?!”
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Weapon: Knife (2d4-2)
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Ephebe rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 1Total: 4 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:52 pm
"Way too many," Sylvi agreed, before lunging at the grey-ish creature with her knife once again. She connected, stabbed at it twice and then withdrew again - the thing had gotten her as well while she was attacking, a new gash on her arm.
And then there was a new person, who seemed just a little upset. Not knowing the circumstances, she didn't say anything, only dividing her focus between whatever was unfolding here and the grey creature.
((knife HP: 40/50 dmg: 2 Mob HP: 10/15 I think?))
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
The itching on Monica's skin faded, but soon after that Shaun came into view. "Hey!" she called joyously, happy to see more people she recognized. But for some reason he was mad, and something churned in Monica's stomach to know it. "I couldn't find you,"she said, feeling confused. It'd been all she could do to find Greta's hand. There'd been so much chaos. She had just wanted to leave that place and its doubtless evil attendants.
But she couldn't pay too Much attention to Shaun. Mia's shadow was still there, and Monica turned with her fishing rod thrust toward it. It was too far away for her blow to have much effect, but that meant that its answering blow, a perfect imitation, was slight, too.
equipping fishing rod - 2d6-2 HP: 39/50 Damage to Mob A: 1 Mob A HP: 9/15
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer