[ 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!
Now that they had managed to tend to her wounds, it was time for round two of the search for their masked friend. Lucky for them, on the way they found the friendly giant to join them in their quest.
Stepping up to the shadow before them, Brie swung at it, hitting it from the side.
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Character's name: Brie Hudson Character's faction: Faction 3 / Apartments Character's journal link: Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reference Status: Hearing is better, ears still sore. May be permanently damaged. HP: 37 WeaponUmbrella (2d10-6) Infection Rate: 40/100
Cecil was doing better after a bit of rest and cleaning himself up. His jersey was a little worse for wear but he was pretty sure no one would care. Even better he now had company though he wasn't entirely sure who they were looking for.
His eyes darted around with an edge of worry. "So who is this person again?"
His worry wasn't completely unfounded as it would seem as an apparition appeared before them. Brie was quick to strike and he followed suit worried about leaving anything to chance.
[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 [HP:] 49/50
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Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
Rook followed after the other two, somewhat more quiet and docile than he normally was. It had been a long night though, perhaps he was just tired?
"Ates?" That's how the others on the radio had called the man, right? Certainly less of a mouthful than eight-eight-eight. "You could say he was the one who uhhh, lent me a hand in some poker games." He didn't specify as to how. After all, Brie was present and she still didn't know about how they cheated the games and left her in the dark. Even if it was partially for her sake as well. "He's a cool guy, but someone mentioned something happening to him on the radio. Not really sure what that was about. Haven't seen him since." It was true, the last time he had seen the man was when he was helping him collect the last bit of coin he needed to bail Cecil out, in fact.
The creature that appeared, which to him looked suspiciously a lot like himself, was dealt one easy smack of the broken bottle, causing it to immediately dissipate.
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
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With the creature gone, Brie lowered her weapon again, turning her attention back to Rook and Cecil. Listening quietly as Rook explained just who it was they were searching for.
If she had known things would go down like they had in the casino, she would never have snapped at Eights. Hell, even though she knew they both cheated--that was the only explanation to how he lost--she still enjoyed their time playing poker. Life on the line or not.
"Well, we keep getting attacked by.. these shadows, so there isn't any harm in trying calling for him, yeah?" Maybe if he was around, he would hear them? Without waiting for the others to protest, Brie sucked in a breath and shouted as loud as possible. "EEEEEIIIIIIIIIGHTTTTTTTSSS!"
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Character's name: Brie Hudson Character's faction: Faction 3 / Apartments Character's journal link: Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reference Status: Hearing is better, ears still sore. May be permanently damaged. HP: 45 WeaponUmbrella (2d10-6) Infection Rate: 35/100
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The apparition was dealt with easily enough leaving them free to continue on their way. It was a relief because Cecil wasn't sure if he was ready to face something like what Rook and him had seen only a little while ago. Perhaps it had been because he had been badly injured but the situation had seemed a little dire at the time. He thought for sure he was going to die.
Taking in a deep breath Cecil let it out as a means to calm his nerves, a hand resting against the tender area of his stomach. He felt better but everything still ached and there was a terrible itch along his skin like something crawling all over him. It made him shiver involuntarily.
"Ates?" Cecil didn't know if that sounded right but he listened intently to Rook's explanation. "Oh, so...is he the reason you were about to spring me?" It that was true then he probably needed to thank Eights as well.
"Hm?" He turned to Brie as she spoke her question. "I guess not but maybe it would be best if its not too-" Cecil cringed frantically looking around in every direction. "Loud. Why so loud??"
Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
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Rook nodded and grinned. "Oh definitely. Lets just say we had a little arrangement that made sure everyone who mattered won." And by that he meant the players and not the people running the joint. Though again, he was careful to speak low enough so that Brie didn't pick up on the conversation.
Though, like Cecil, he cringed when Brie started calling--or rather yelling for Ates. "Jeez, Brie, we planned on using our ears today."
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
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While they had been tangling with shadows, a series of heavy, dragging footsteps grew closer to them. With the fight over, there was no denying that something - or someone - was heading their way.
"Don't call me that... not now... not here... I don't want to..."
It rounded the corner, keeping to the darkness. Tilted its head. A green light blinked at them in the darkness, slow at first, then suddenly flaring on like a laser.
"They lied... they lied... too many of them... I don't... only way to be sure..."
The rasping and speaking - they would suddenly realize - was coming from Rook's radio, full of noise and interference. There was a wet, sliding sound as the thing unsheathed the broken blade from its own back. And in stark contrast to the previous slow and aimless wandering, it immediately ran toward them, swinging the heavy blade in a dangerous arc.
"THEY'RE ALL DEAD! THEY'RE ALL DEAD!" the voice from Rook's radio screamed.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 50/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: A familiar costumed figure impaled by eight swords, drawing them from his back to fight with. Dark, viscous blood constantly bleeds from the holes in its chest and back. The helmet is cracked, and a green glow flickers inside. To Escape: Escape by fleeing or do 8 total damage to cause the Infected to flee!
The noise and voices has startled Rook. To be honest, he had not expected to find Ates at all, but here he---was that even Ates? With a curse, Rook swung the jagged edge of the broken bottle and shoved it into the sword impaled creature, cursing when struck by the one he was holding.
"Uh, Brie, do you think that's him?" He asked slowly, backing away and clutching the fresh wound. This was clearly not the somewhat rude, but laid back guy he had played poker with. Or at least, not anymore. Was he like Charlie? Had he died?
Just as soon as they had been free of one apparition there came another.
"W-what do you mean is that him?" Cecil's voice was sharp and on edge, staring back at Rook with nothing but questions in his eyes. He hadn't seen this eight's before and he by no means acknowledged that the creature they saw before was Charlie. "Is that what he looked like?"
With nothing but tension fueling him Cecil leaped forward and slashed at the creature with his knife to keep it at bay.
Damage: 6 Boss HP: 40
[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 [HP:] 44/50 [Map:] 1/5
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Character's name:Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:14 am
Whatever Rook and Cecil were speaking of, she had no idea, nor did she make any attempt to find out what it was. Right now, she was focused on finding Eights.
Glancing back at Cecil, she shrugged. "He's wearing a helmet. It might be hard for him to hear us if we don't yell." Well actually, after she put a crack in his helmet, maybe some of the sound got through better. Maybe.. Possibly...
Though, what did answer her call, was not exactly what she expected. "OH s**t!" Was that- No way! It looked like it could be, but what in the world happened to him. "E-Eights? Is that you?" What the hell were they encountering!? More importantly: what the hell happened to him if this WAS Eights?
"I-I Don't know!" She yelled back to Rook and Cecil, almost in shock by what had appeared.
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"LIARS, TRAITORS, MURDERERS!" The voice ranted. The radio made a sharp metallic screeching sound as their weapons cut into the thing attacking them, jagged edges sending more blood flowing freely from underneath the ripped costume. "NO NO NO NO WHY YOU'RE KILLING ME --"
The monster seemed to be backing off, taking a few steps backward. It sheathed the sword deep into its back again with the same visceral sound. The darkness inside the hospital seemed to be moving, seething, consuming the apparition in shadow. The effect was almost instantaneous. There was no one in the hallway with them. But there had been someone there a second ago --
"I don't want to... die... not like... this..."
There was only the sound of ragged breath from the radio before even that faded into white noise, and it suddenly went dead. It was quiet.
They were alone.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:09 pm
The creature or whatever it was had vanished from sight though Cecil still felt on edge. "What is going on in this place?" His worried gaze traveled between his two companions briefly.
"Maybe we should get going, yeah?" He tried to listen for any further noise not ready for another surprise just yet. "I need to find Hitsu and make sure she's alright." She was one among the many on a long list he needed to check on. Where was Corey? Where was Charlie and Caroline?
With a careful eye out he moved on in search of the others.
[Exit]
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:55 pm
"I think.. I'm going to be sick.." If that was Eights that they had encountered, what the hell happened to him to make him into that? But everything he said.. oh the guilt of that would sure enough eat away at her. She may not have hit him here, but still, were they unable to save him? Was he actually gone?
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