Extra Effect
- Mobs from the mod thread NO LONGER spawn in new threads.
- Bosses when repelled successfully decrease your infection rate by -10!
- If your character "recognizes" the original form of the GM boss, it can ICly call out to them. This will let them do double damage for the rest of the battle!
- Bosses when repelled successfully decrease your infection rate by -10!
- If your character "recognizes" the original form of the GM boss, it can ICly call out to them. This will let them do double damage for the rest of the battle!
Dreaming
You're not too sure how, but your character has fallen asleep. If you are in a group with multiple people, each person just dreams a separate dream. As a mix-up, optionally if you are in a group, you can have one of the people be the VICTIM in your dream if you wish (or victims!) You are aware you are asleep, but nothing you do will wake yourself up in this dream. You walk along the dream, and are forced into multiple unwilling scenarios. In the first, you are chasing someone with a weapon of choice down a long hallway, and they beg you to stop. In the second, you turn a hallway, and see them hiding in the room. You can hear them breathing and drag them out from their hiding spot. In the third you raise your weapon against the victim.
As you wake up you realize it was all a dream, and you are sweating intently. Your hands however, are covered in blood. (If a player is RPING the victim, when they wake up they take -10 damage, and are bleeding at [random location ], otherwise make up a bloodied, unconscious victim)
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
As you wake up you realize it was all a dream, and you are sweating intently. Your hands however, are covered in blood. (If a player is RPING the victim, when they wake up they take -10 damage, and are bleeding at [random location ], otherwise make up a bloodied, unconscious victim)
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
She was dreaming.
She knew that and she tried to reach herself wherever she was, but she couldn’t. She pinched herself and when that didn’t work, she kicked a wall. She could feel the pain, but she couldn’t wake herself up. She walked along the hallway, limping a little because she had kicked the wall pretty hard, with her hand trailing against the wall behind her. Her nails caught on the cracks, crevices, and decay of the wall and she wanted to tear it open, wanted to feel something break underneath hands. The thoughts and feelings were terrifying her but she couldn’t help it. It’s just a dream. she rationalized to herself. Once she woke she would feel better.
She blinked and she was running after a man in the hallway. He looked familiar in a way that some people looked familiar, not at all, but just enough that she wanted to know his name. If he would just slow down or stop, maybe they could talk. It was only then that she realized she was holding her knife in her hand. She only really had to use it once on that creature that had attacked her and Monica. She wanted to call out to him, but instead, all that came out of her mouth was a low roar. She tried again and could only scream, rage and fury.
She was afraid of herself.
Then, a blink, and she was turning a corner. She saw him duck into a room. He would be able to leave it without her seeing so she slowed to a walk. She tapped the knife gently against her thigh; thinking about what she would say to him when she got him cornered, but the words wouldn’t form. There was only screaming in her head and it felt as if the walls were waiting for her to pull them apart, waiting for her to crumbled into herself and explode outward and take them down with her. She stopped at the closed door and wasn’t surprised when she found it locked.
She banged on it. Open up! She wanted to yell at him. But she could only growl and slam her head against the door, her hand on the handle, trying to break the lock. Again and again she slammed her head on the wall, groaning and crying as she did.
Finally she blacked out and somehow she was inside. Her fingers felt raw, but there he was, on the ground. He looked scared but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. The part of her that was still herself was terrified that she couldn’t find that empathy, but the part of her that was screaming raised her knife and-
Greta blinked awake, her chest heaving. It was just a dream.
She closed her eyes and rubbed a hand over her face. She choked out a startled gasp. Looking down, she realized that her hands were covered in blood and next to her was a young man, crying and bleeding. She scrambled up and backed away.
It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.
[ Infection Rate ]: 50/100
Character's name: Greta Dean
Character's faction: Prison
Character's journal link: Here
Character's survival stats: View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, bony, middle-aged with graying hair. She doesn't cut a particularly interesting or powerful figure. Her face is lined and soft. Her eye unremarkable. Soft spoken, dutiful, and obedient. She takes orders and takes them well.
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Character's name: Greta Dean
Character's faction: Prison
Character's journal link: Here
Character's survival stats: View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, bony, middle-aged with graying hair. She doesn't cut a particularly interesting or powerful figure. Her face is lined and soft. Her eye unremarkable. Soft spoken, dutiful, and obedient. She takes orders and takes them well.
