[ OUTSIDE- AROUND THE FENCE ] (EMOTION: CONFUSION) Outside the fence is a little too close to the fog. It is extremely disorienting, as the fog calls out to you. Sometimes you see faces, shapes, sometimes actual form of people. It temps and tantalizes you and drives you insane. Sometimes, instead of seeing a humanoid shape, you just see a set of eyes and teeth that are way too large for any human gazing at you, immediately turning away as you stare directly at it, always followed by a series of footsteps.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:49 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!
Gretel escaped the fog finally, she moved into the fence. The fog threatened to pull her in again, knowing she was behind the fence she felt slightly safer, yet her hands clawed tightly onto the fence. Looking at the fog, she saw faces and heard voices. Another Gretel was looking at her, in a vague shadow form.
She threw a stone at it, it missed.
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ] Infection rate: 50/ 100
HP: 50/ 50 DMG: miss Dice Mechanism: 2d6-6 (no weapon)
The shadow simply stared at her, vehemently stood there to torture her. It was just her hallucinations, like the voices and phone rings and faces. Gretel picked up another rock and aimed at its head. "Stop imitate me. You monster." She yelled at it, when the rock hit the shadow, her forehead hurt as well.
"What? Why?" She looked around to make sure no one was attacking her.
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ] Infection rate: 50/ 100
HP: 48/ 50 DMG: 2 Dice Mechanism: 2d6-6 (no weapon)
She patted her face loudly, to prove her guess, she threw another bigger rock, targeting the shadow's left arm. She was right. Gretel rubbed the pain appeared on her left arm, very confused why the damage she made to the shadow would return to her.
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ] Infection rate: 50/ 100
HP: 44/ 50 DMG: 4 Dice Mechanism: 2d6-6 (no weapon)
Mob's HP: 9/15
thyPOPE rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:05 pm
Wataru ran out of the hospital as quickly as he could. He didn't want to spend a single moment in there that he didn't have to.
Man, and here he'd thought he could sleep.
The problem was, when he ran far enough there was a fence. And beyond the fence was fog. Wataru had already learned that he didn't want to be anywhere near the fog. It made him itch - actually.
Actually, he was still itching. It was like something was threatening to burst out of his skin. He ran his fingers along the fence as he walked, although then he spotted two women with short grey hair. Old ladies? Were they having a cat fight? He snorted to himself, shining his flashlight at them. "We have more important things to do than - "
Wataru froze mid-sentence. One of those was not an old lady (actually, neither of them were old ladies: they just had light hair. But one of them was less than a lady.) A strange, distorted shadow...it unnerved him.
He ran forward with his candlestick thrust before him. The thing - the shadow - did it have a candlestick too? He felt the burn of flame and blinked again. No, that couldn't be right: it was bare-fisted.
What was happening? He had to catch his breath. "What is this thing?" he called. flashlight +1; candlestick 1d6 HP: 43/50 Damage to Mob: 7 Mob HP: 2/15
OOC
infection: 30/100 Character's name: Wataru Sugimoto Character's faction: 3 Apartments Character's journal link:hey Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, angry-looking Japanese man with shaggy hair that's obviously been bleached red-orange. He's not especially distinctive.
She was really confused and tired from all the things that haunted her, a glow suddenly came into sight. A man carrying a burning candle cut in and pushed the shadow backward. His hair dyed in a brilliant color, which was eye-catching in dim light. Gretel squinted at the sharp light from his flashlight, his was a normal one. She had put hers in her bag.
Seeing the shadow weakened, she quickly picked up a branch to toss at it like a spear. It impaled the middle of it and the shadow vanished. She knelt with the sudden pain on her chest, clutching the fabric in her hand.
Bracing up, she looked at the man, the first person she saw in this creepy place. "I don't know, it just appeared in the fog."
thyPOPE
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ] Infection rate: 50-5 (Wataru) = 45/ 100
HP: 41/ 50 DMG: 3 Dice Mechanism: 2d6-6 (no weapon)
Mob's HP: DED/15
thyPOPE rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:23 pm
Wataru shook his head in reply. "I didn't sign up for this," he mumbled. Then again, he hadn't signed up for the undying, either. Somehow this thing seemed worse: it was shifting. Or, it had been, anyway. It was gone now. In its place was...a water bottle?
Wataru reached out and pocketed it shamelessly. He wasn't thirsty now but he sure as hell would be later. "If someone had told me that running this way would get me hostile shadows...well, I'd have been a lot more careful." Even if it was in the opposite direction from Clearview. Actually, for some reason he still had no idea where he was in relation to Clearview. Weird s**t. "I'm Wataru, by the way," he said, offering a hand. He had just stolen her water bottle, after all. Those things were pretty hard to come by.
Or...actually, it looked like there was something else there. Huh. flashlight +1; candlestick 1d6 HP: 43/50
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infection: 30/100 Character's name: Wataru Sugimoto Character's faction: 3 Apartments Character's journal link:hey Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, angry-looking Japanese man with shaggy hair that's obviously been bleached red-orange. He's not especially distinctive.
2: Junkyard six card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_6.png) +1 broken piece of map
"Me neither." Gretel shot him a glance, she was a young lady wearing a tuxedo bunny costume. She looked tired and slightly grumpy as she scratched her bare arms. The female with silver-grey dyed hair seemed not minding him looting even it supposed to be hers.
Her pale hand barely touched his for the shake, "Nowhere is safe. I'm Gretel." She replied with her cool voice. "Fog, infected and undying outside, weird hallucinations inside. Have you met anyone?" She eyed the card with a six on it and picked it up, then she squatted for a torn yellow piece. She dusted it, found it seem to have drawn something, she decided to keep it.
thyPOPE
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:47 pm
Now that. That was a weird outfit. But Wataru shook his head and thought nothing of it: anything was better than a real tuxedo. Especially if the person wearing the tuxedo was in a casino, he thought darkly. "I've seen...a couple of my friends," he allowed, turning his head to the side.
"But I'm not sure...nothing here feels real." And his skin itched, and his head throbbed. "Where did you...have you met anyone?"
Oh - was that a map on the floor? Wataru picked up a piece she hadn't noticed. flashlight +1; candlestick 1d6 HP: 43/50
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infection: 25/100 Character's name: Wataru Sugimoto Character's faction: 3 Apartments Character's journal link:hey Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, angry-looking Japanese man with shaggy hair that's obviously been bleached red-orange. He's not especially distinctive.
"The fog is alive. The thorns are alive." She said, with widened grey eyes. "No, I didn't meet anyone. I'm alone. They tortured me, they made the phones rang, they imitated the people I know." She didn't state clearly who "they" were, she simply mumbled. "No, I didn't meet anyone, I need to find Jeff. He must be somewhere."
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