[ OUTSIDE- AT THE SHED ] (EMOTION: MADNESS) All your senses scream at you not to approach this shed. It is locked. A loud wailing voice continues to knock against the rusted chains of the shed. Hands, multiple, long hands, attempt to slide out from it. A sign crudely painted on the shed says [ INFECTED INSIDE - DO NOT APPROACH ]
medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:57 pm
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!
For some reason Rajni felt even more irrationally annoyed than she did before. Something had spiked it; maybe a touch too many or maybe it was the shrieking coming from that undying filled shed. Either way, she kept her eyes on the ground and kept walking in silence. Even if Fantasia brought something up, she just kept walking.
Eventually something summoned itself and Rajni held an arm out to keep Fantasia from walking right into it. "Quiet. We will sneak around it."
She proceeded to lead Fantasia around one of the felled trees. They moved painstakingly slowly, trying not to be seen by the undying. An avoided fight would be better for them in their ragged state right now.
Then Rajni's boot snapped a twig and it was all over. It happened slowly, yet all at once. The undying heard the noise and let out a horrible shriek, lunging for the twosome. It was all Rajni could do to hold it back with her crowbar. ********> 23 DMG: 9 Boss: 6
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Character's Name: Rajni Patel Character's Faction: Apartments Character's Journal Link:here Character's Survival Stats:Rajni PatelView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Indian, hooked nose, average height, thin black hair, thick green headband, aviators
Something had happened during their brief split up, Fantasia could just tell. Had Rajni met up with someone who had had it worse off infection wise? (She had never stopped to think about the fact that it could probably mutate into something worse, and the same warnings began to blare out in her head: always wash your hands, keep contact limited if you are sick, drink plenty of fluids...) Or had she just stumbled into more apparitions? Taysia couldn't pry; it would have warranted talking about her own troublesome visions.
So she followed orders without questioning them. At least, up until their cover got blown.
In a mixture of surprise and knee jerk reactions, she swung the shover hard and carved a blunt trench into the undying. Hopefully they hadn't alerted anyone else with that.
BOSS: dead HP: 29 Damage: 10 (6 back for counter)
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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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4Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:23 pm
"Very good," Rajni complimented with short sentences, moving over to the body. They had a messenger bag and inside were a few supplies. Nothing Rajni wanted to take though- not off an infected body anyways. God knew what kind of pestilence grew in the items on an undying's body.
She hadn't expected to make such a mistake and internally she beat herself up for it. Externally, however, she didn't so much as say a word to Fantasia beyond, "We keep moving."
Along the way they found a cooler, and the water inside looked good enough. Rajni threw it into her bag; it wasn't so much to say she wasn't going to share supplies (Rajni and Fantasia often exchanged when low back when they scavenged at the apartments), but there was still a thin brick wall between them that established every woman for themselves.
[ Infection: 15 ]
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Character's Name: Rajni Patel Character's Faction: Apartments Character's Journal Link:here Character's Survival Stats:Rajni PatelView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Indian, hooked nose, average height, thin black hair, thick green headband, aviators
medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:34 pm
They were a good team together; friendship wasn't needed so much as cooperation at the end of the world, pragmatically speaking. Still, even someone like Taysia couldn't help but feel a little too distant after that brief exchange. She needed something more tethering than short sentences and orders, at least while out here in the middle of satan's foggy a*****e.
Giving the corpse another kick just because she could, she followed after Rajni and shouldered her shovel for the moment. Near the supplies they found later, she managed to scavenge a second potato and stuck it next to the first for now. At the very least it seemed they could find little caches to keep them going along the way. What she hoped was that the way wasn't as long as she was beginning to fear it was.
[ -5 infection :: potato ]
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:42 pm
It crept up on them slowly, a shadowy shape crawling with vines and roots. Far too many eyes peered at the pair, and once they had noticed it, clawed hands reached for them as if it longed to give them a hug.
"Ǵ̡̺̩̦̅̏͘î̙̥̹̼̈́̈́͠r̡̞̰͍̈́̆̀̈́l̻̤̼͇̎̃̀͝s̨͕̹̖͆̀͆̑," it wheezed. "I͖͎͖͈̓̓̐̚'̻͚̬̗̒̈̃͝m̢̖͙̪͐̿́͝ ̻̥̳̩́̎̃͝w̯̯͉̲̓̒̊̋a̘̫͈̪̽̀̈͠ť̡̟̱̟͌̅͘c͍͓̰̺̽̉͗͋ḥ̡̪͎͐̆́͠i̡͖̰͇̐͒͗͘n͖͍̟̩̍̆̈́͗ģ̤̖͍̎̓͋͝ ̳̱̦̹̇̆̋͌y̪̝̦̭̔͂̓̕o̜̘͕̠̔̈͒͝ư͈̫̼̓̈́͘ͅ.̨͖̼̙̾̊͋͝ ̡̜͈̹̇̈́́͘I̗͈̗̜̿̾͆̚ ̡̘̦̮̅͋̂̕w͖͈̠̻̆̈́̃͛a̧͚͉͔͐̉͂̉n͉̫̙̽̏̒͂͜t̩̻̼̙͆̓̉̍ ̪̮͚̞̈́̄̐͋ŷ̛̬̦̭͌́͜o͕̥̤̍̓͘͝ͅų̜̭͈͂͂̈́͝ ͚̟͙͚̆́̊̓t͖̲̳̦͗̂̏͝o̧͖̞͎͑̓͌͝ ͈͙̼̫̽͘̕͝b̛̗̱͍̯̈́̈́͘ē̛̱̬͙̥̓͛ ͈̻̟͇̔̀̋͗s̞̖̭̮̏͂͐̚ả̯̖̰͕̀̏͋ḟ̢̧̥̦̒͒͆ḛ͈̺͉̓͋̀̌.̢͕͔͕̎͌̕͝" Immediately contradicting itself, the creature swung its shovel-umbrella at the women, smiling widely as it made contact.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 50/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: The undying's form seems familiar, though it has been stretched so that its legs are now unnaturally long and thin. If you think it has a lot of eyes on its face, you should see the back of its head.
You must do at least 10 damage to repel this Boss!
No, outside didn't seem all that much safer. At least not so far...she'd encountered shadows, and too many for her comfort. Truth be told she'd only encountered one so far, but even just that was one too many. She'd suffered a bit from the attack but the itchiness was starting to sort of fade a little, which was helpful. With a sigh she walked on, sighting Rajni and Fantasia not far.
Were they real? Were they...safe?
She could only hope.
Mel slowly started to make her way over, and she wiped the tears the started to p***k at the corners of her eyes as she went. Her father's voice was back, warning her against her approach. Followed by her mother, a gentle warning to be careful. Then her brother who voice similar concerns but with his usual upbeat and carefree manner.
And then it was Mira, whose voice was accompanied by the memory of her smile and by then the tears were flowing once more. Mel fought down the sobs so she didn't catch anyone's attention. The last thing she needed was for people to see her crying for apparently no reason. But she walked on, wiping furiously at her eyes until she was close enough where she could wave and hopefully have Raj and Taysia notice her...
Until something perfectly monstrous got in the way. She paused only for a second to look, appalled, at the thing before she pulled her fishing rod, jumping and striking with as much force as she could manage in a single hit.
The thing whacked at her as well, causing her to attempt a dodge and slam into a nearby tree.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
The warbling once dulcet tones of one Zelda froze Fantasia in place. She barely had time to look over their surroundings: there was a glimpse of someone else diving in from the fog, a familiar face as well. It took her a moment to realize it was Mel, and in the cold swell of fear she felt faintly reassured. At least some of them for sure we're still alive.
But who the ******** was daring to wear Zelda's face right now? That alone was enough to make Taysia swing, even though she was frightened and confused as well.
That monster, the infection must have taken hold of Zelda, Durza had arrived to do his part in driving the boss away. He swung at the infected form but couldn't get a critical hit upon her with the swipe he made.
It was familiar but in a disgusting sort of way. It was mostly those eyes that got her, though, and she had to pause and shake the asynchronous blinking from her mind. In the meantime others had joined in the fight to fend it off, which certainly was helping. They all looked familiar in a way, but with her state of mind she just couldn't be certain.
So she focused on the thing instead, and moved in for another hit.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
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1, 2Total: 3 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:57 pm
Lorena had wondered off vaguely aware that some of the others had followed her. But she could feel them, feel their eyes on her. Thankfully, the whispers had gotten a little softer. Which meant this little killing party was doing a whole lot of good to not only her sanity but also her well being. That is, if she didn't die out here to begin with. She had already received quite the injury from random man in her dreams, but he had also redeemed himself by helping her kill that shadow. Bonus points to him. They had to hunt more though, they had to get out there and take over their lives!
Enough moping around Lorena thought! She was tired of staying at home waiting to die, they were all infected they out to get out and do something about it! And if there was one ting Lorena knew through all the craziness, through all these challenges, was that she wanted to live. Desperately wanted to live and find her husband. She wanted to show him how strong she was and how brave she had become, she had even thought of going back to work once she found him and they were together again.
As the whispers spoke again, Lorena turned and spotted another one of those odd figures. A green woman this time. Lorena headed over, gripping her knife tightly. She was going to slay this one with the others and help those poor girls. Lorena went as the fight began, slashing her knife and ultimately not doing much at all to this green woman. Over whelmed she left pretty quickly, Lorena was back on the hunt.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100 -5 HP: 27/50 - 5 Weapon: Knife - 2d4 -2 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
The undying was bleeding freely now, but she didn't seem to feel it at all. "C̝̝̗̙͑̓̄̇l̮̺̠̰͛̍͆́è̻̥̱̊̀͘ͅa̮̟̰͍̅̋̅͝r̨̯̬̰̂͗̃̉v̙͙̻̅̿́̒ͅì̧̨̱̯̏͋͛ȩ̖̤̘̿͛̂͂ẃ̢̖̩̲̇̍͝ ͖͕̣̟͋̀̓͝ű̝̺̱̹̽͐͠s̜̫̺̞͐̒͊͒e̢̠͙͔̍͗̉̌d͖̲̟̃͋̊̃ͅ ̡̦̻͇̇́̋͠t͈̦̩̜̿̂̍͝o͚̻̣͉̓̈́́̐ ̹̗͓̙̍̉̀̚b͚̙̥͉͐͐͛̂e̢̱̜͖͌͗́̚ ̡̙͈̮̈́̑̈̓ṣ̪͔̥͑͌̚͠ō̭̰͉̞̉̄̚ ̱̺̯̩̋̐͐͝b̗̥̼͑̍̅̍ͅe̢̙͎̜͐̀̾͝á̮̙̳̾̅̿ͅû̧̫̗̬̄͆̚t̡͕̞̯̾̅̈́̃i̻̼͙͖͂͐͂͘f̤͖͉̜̾̈́͒͝u͚̝̫͒͆̈̓͜l̖̝̠̼̓̅̿͝.̲͇̤̫̄͊̽͝ ̻̥̍̓̈͜͜͠T͇̘͙͍͂̑̍̀ǫ̖̰͇̒̈́̐͋ò̦̼͎̓̇͝ͅ ̭̥̬̺́̋̔̿b͇̳̬̩̑̐̒͆ȁ̛̮̥̰̻̇͋d̢̜̖̮͆̍̅͂ ̦̣̟́̽͗̚ͅy̨̧̻̤͗͗̑̒o̫̬͉͗͛̓͜͝ų͔̪̫̓̍̒̕'̖͓͈̆̓́͒͜v̢̳̺͇͐̚͝͝ḙ͔̠̀́̉͜͝ ͓̯̠̬̂̐̒̈́a̠̘̭̤͂̈́̀͠l̢̲̰͉̑̌̾̌l̢̺̦̗̅̒̈͠ ̢͔͙̦̈͗̈́̚m̖̜̣̩͒͑͝͠a͔̻̯͎̿̇̀̂d͖̠̲̩̆͛̆̀e̬̗͍̟̽̅̈͝ ̛̥̱̝̞̃͛͘i̳͇̪̱̒̑́̇ṯ̟̗̹̔͊͐̒ ͉̗͉͈̓̈͛̕ḁ͕̭̼͊̌̆̚ ̡͎̥̻͑͂̚̚ç̡̱̥̐͋̈͝e̠̲̺̭͑̽͝͠s̢͈̆̅̐̂͜͜s̨̥̯̙̃̍͌͘p̟̝̠̲̈́͊̈́͝o̡̩̲̥͋̉̿̕ö͉͔̲̗́̈̅̑l͕͎̜͉̔͊͂̋."
And then she was gone.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 13/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: The undying's form seems familiar, though it has been stretched so that its legs are now unnaturally long and thin. If you think it has a lot of eyes on its face, you should see the back of its head.
