Scenario requirements: You reach a long barricade of thorns on the other side of the wall. They seem to be moving, pulsating with a life of their own and gift out a strange light. Flowers begin to bloom on the wall. When you press your hand against one, you are immediately assaulted with a strange vision (roll 1d6 to see what it is).
1. You see a skyscraper. At the very top there is a greenhouse. You feel yourself hovering above the greenhouse before diving right into it. There is a beautiful garden inside it, almost like a biodome. In the center of the biodome is what looks like some sort of chalice.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
Characters involved: Max
Extra effect: Flashlight effect. N/A because he doesn't have a flashlight!
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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 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:18 pm
He didn't want to go inside yet. Willingly confining himself to a hospital of all places seemed like a horrible idea, and even though the fog made this area feel like another claustrophobic room, he was still outside. He could still run.
Something drew him to the thorns. It genuinely pulled him closer, and when he realized he was blindly following, it all clicked in Max's mind. He knew now how Diana had felt, being drawn in by this place. The vines were beautiful, beating in time with his heart, and he longed to touch them, though he had heard rumors that they were the reason all of this was happening in the first place.
Would it truly be so bad to be an undying, returning to what passed for life time and time again, no matter how often you were killed? To be immortal? Max couldn't... no... no, he didn't think it would be after all. The vine sprouted flowers, beautiful, glowing green blossoms, and he reached for the nearest one, closing his fingers around its petals.
His reality folded in half. Max's stomach dropped as he fell into a new one. The hospital and its grounds disappeared, replaced by a sprawling city that he didn't recognize until he saw the Chrystler Building with Stark Tower cutting into the sky in front of it. The MetLife Building? Could be. Either way, he knew this was New York, he knew that he was facing north, and that this was where he needed to go.
He walked through the empty streets in silence, examining how these people had lived and died without getting his hands dirty. Taxis choked the wide lanes, but all of the people who might have driven them to their current locations were missing. It didn't bother him much. The city was peaceful. Had he come here at its bustling height, Max was sure he would have felt rushed and small. He peered in the window of a designer clothing store, and on a whim, went inside and took a tailored suit jacket off of a mannequin in the window. It fit him perfectly.
When Max finally reached his destination, he was struck by how tall the building was. It reached into the sky like a crystalline pillar, its lobby white marble set with glowing green stones. He touched one with the toe of his sneaker and it burst in a flash of brilliance. He thought nothing of it.
Surprisingly, the elevator remained operational. The whole building had power, a lone, whirring beacon in a dead city. He rode it to the top, then continued to rise without its help, hovering over the plants, the chalice, everything. This was what had been calling him. This is where he was meant to stay.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 / 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.
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[ 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!
He had been there for several hours, idly touching and speaking to the plants, when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Another being had come to claim what was his. Max struck it, not caring that it looked just like him. That only made it more suspicious.
Crowbar: 2d10-8
HP: 43/50 Damage: 2 Shadow HP: 13
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 / 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.
It irked him when the creature raised a crowbar identical to his, landed a hit in the same way, backed away with the same grin. Max struck it again. It did the same.
Crowbar: 2d10-8
HP: 40/50 Damage: 3 Shadow HP: 10
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 / 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.
It was here to hurt his greenhouse, but he would defend the place until he could no longer fight. He hit his copy harder, wincing when the hit was matched and his arm went numb.
Crowbar: 2d10-8
HP: 34/50 Damage: 6 Shadow HP: 4
Quote:
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 / 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.
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.
...but that didn't take it down. He could feel how exhausted the doppelganger was, how much it wanted to disappear and reform when it had had a chance to rest, and once again, Max was struck with a pinch of jealousy.
Crowbar: 2d10-8
HP: 29/50 Damage: 3 Shadow HP: 0
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 / 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.
