As you walk around (if you are in a group there is only ONE), a small pet begins to follow you. It is up to you what appearance they take. It loyally chases after you no matter where you go. It is obedient to your commands and seems rather intelligent.
As you play around with this pet, you begin to notice it has a couple of strange defects. Eyes growing on its back. An extra pair teeth from its chest. Legs protruding from its cut open belly. The defects get worse and worse, and the pet slowly grows more hostile. Eventually, you have to put it out of its misery. (5 HP to defeat it, it does -1 auto damage). If you decide to SPARE IT it will hurt you instead (or one person in your group) for HALF YOUR HEALTH before it disappears.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 9:52 pm
It had been something else running into Mr. Nordskov--and she only knew of his name because of overhearing other people chatter back at the apartments. Which she god damn missed right about now. Rajni was right, she shouldn't have been following some foggy pipedream...Anyway, Taysia felt a little better around the other man, surprisingly, despite the openly unfriendly mood he was putting off. Unfriendly was infinitely better than hostile, the young teen was quickly learning. And she did her best not to get in his way as they wandered the fog, trying to find a clue as to what to do or find next, nor did she try to talk too much beyond giving her his name in case he...needed it...or something...
Looked like they both needed some better polished social manners.
At some point in their travel, Fantasia noticed that something had been following them for quite some time. For a moment she felt a stab of something icy in her heart: more eyes or teeth or something abominable like the others had been talking about?
As it turned out, not so much. It looked like a lost dog, collar still on and everything. Its tail began to wag as it drew near.
"Jesus," she noted quietly. "Thought any pet outside home base was pretty much rogue or dead."
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Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:53 pm
Mr. Nordskov had been happy enough to run into another member of his apartment group. His glare was the same, the downturned set of his lips half-hidden in that bushy grey-streaked beard showed no smile, but his shoulders seemed less tense. After the running through the fog, it was a relief to come across someone who was actually real.
Perhaps running into the quiet, mousy girl was the best fortune he could have had, she was willing to follow, and not prone to useless chatter like many of the other kids they spent the last month around. Having someone a little more skittish could even be a good thing, an extra pair of eyes, keenly anxious ears, staying observant while he focused on the hospital building itself. She made no motion to go in, and he wanted to make sure the place was safe. Or at least safer than the hospital grounds.
When she spoke up, the old man turned and grunted, his eyes lingering on the dog. "Could still be rogue," he replied, his voice firm, but also quiet. "Definitely no damn raccoon, not sure how it could have survived out here this long."
Not if people were eating other people. Most friendly animals out here only had one name these days, Stu.
Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:55 pm
Mentioning the raccoon in particular made her snort: she still didn't understand why anyone in the world thought having a pet one made sense, before or after the outbreak. She was still expecting it, and anyone else who thought owning a pet was a good idea, to bring trouble to their faction.
"It's just a dog, I think," she said to the other man as the animal neared. With less distance came better clarity, however, and soon the pair could see that it had been greatly mutated by either the infection or the fog. Or both. There were extra eyes in odd places and bones were sticking out of its shoulders and part of its spine. Taysia shivered and immediately brought out her shovel, wary of its intentions and even its intellect now.
"Sit," she ordered it a little shakily. And surprisingly, the dog did. She glanced up at Mr. Nordskov. "We just gonna leave it like that or...?"
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Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
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fdjldksfjg that's a neat progression tho *A*
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:20 pm
Had they spoken on the topic out loud, they would have realized how similar their opinions were on the matter. Mr. Nordskov grew up exposed to the wilderness, lived his whole life on it's back doorstep. He had been pitted against quite a few threats the natural world had to offer. He respected it. And that was why his thoughts on the raccoon were clean cut, you don't keep wild animals as pets. Didn't mean you had to treat them poorly, but there were lines to be crossed, things not to be meddled with. Wild animals knew their business and it was not a human's job to interfere.
His raptor gaze was focused on the dog. Dog-thing. Readied himself with a knife just as Fantasia readied herself with the shovel. Yet her weak command did the trick. The dog-thing parked it's butt just like any domestic canine were apt to do when asked to do a trick.
"How else are we gonna leave it?" He replied gruffly, still watching the creature. It didn't look hurt, for all it's disfigurements, or look to be suffering. In a way that was even more suspicious to the old man, out of place, like a rabid animal clumsily wandering around in a way it shouldn't have. Something sick and infectious trying to disguise itself as well. "We should keep moving."
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
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One of my favourite creepy webcomics. XD
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:45 pm
"I-I dunno, Nordsko," made in the moment nickname for no particular reason, "I don't like the look of it."
Was it her, or was its mutations getting more and more aggressive? Had that set of teeth always been there, or had the fog covered it? It was beginning to twitch, and it mouths (mouths) were drooling with what she wasn't entirely sure to only be saliva.
"Thing I learned out here was just to kill things so they're not suffering or whatever." But mostly Taysia was afraid it was going to just up and attack them if they turned their backs on it.
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Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 10:39 am
"Don't like the look of anything these days," Mr. Nordskov remarked in an offhand growl, accompanied by a sharp scrutiny. He assumed Fantasia merely forgot what his name was, but Mr. Nordsko was still better than Baron von Hisslepuff, or whatever it was Juliette insisted on calling him.
He watched the dog thing blink, in that happy dog-like way, except when it's eye opened it was now three eyes, all crammed tightly inside the socket. He didn't say it out loud, but Fantasia had the right idea. It would be safer not having this thing at their backs, trailing them until it snapped.
Mr. Nordskov readied his knife. "You okay with this, kid?" The question was as close as the gruff man got to showing some sensitivity. It had to be done, but whether he put the thing down himself or with her aid would depend on her answer.
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
"Y...eah." Easier now that the dog no longer looked like an actual dog. She could other it, make it out in her head to be just another shadow to get off her tail.
Wielding the shovel, she braced herself and hammered it over the creature's head, grimacing as it howled. Blood leaked from its many eyes and it several mouths as it blindly nipped her back, whimpering in warbled, watery tones. Taysia backed away, a little shaken that she hadn't hit it hard enough tavoid all of this.
HP: 49 Damage: 4 Dog?: 1
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Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, and a hat.
Her determination was admirable. Mr. Nordskov wasn't sure whether to be proud, or simply dismayed at the effect the end of the world could have on someone. She gave it a solid whack, but the creature was not done yet... rather it nipped and wailed bizarrely, the blood that oozed from it's body turning black before it hit the ground.
Mr. Nordskov stepped forward himself, getting scratched by it's weird bone leg-tendril things, before sinking the knife into the back of it's neck. It fell to the ground quickly, relatively cleanly. "Let's go," he grunted.
HP: 49 Damage: 3 Dog-thing: ded
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.
