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kuropeco rolled 3 20-sided dice:
8, 15, 2
Total: 25 (3-60)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:08 pm
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kuropeco rolled 3 10-sided dice:
3, 9, 9
Total: 21 (3-30)
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:09 pm
ACTUAL CORRECT DICEQuote: The horsemen base (THE DUSK)
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kuropeco rolled 3 10-sided dice:
10, 1, 3
Total: 14 (3-30)
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:11 pm
hmmmm let's try that again
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kuropeco rolled 3 10-sided dice:
10, 3, 3
Total: 16 (3-30)
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:12 pm
It was not meant to end this way.
He had not ever thought that he would live a long, involved life, it was true. He had not ever truly believed that he would last as long as some, though Yao could have spun circles around the idiots and the stupidity of some of the people on Deus. There were plenty who thought that their "intelligence" was what kept them alive; Yao would have said that it was their outrageous fortune that somehow kept them from dying horrible deaths, but eventually karma would catch up to them. There was ignorant, and then there was just plain idiocy, and the island was ripe with it.
Too ripe with it. How he managed to put up with any of it was another story entirely.
It was, perhaps, a good thing he wouldn't have to anymore.
The explosion came from nowhere, a corner of the Life Labs, perhaps, or maybe the Death offices, it was difficult to tell. He'd been between them both, walking down one of the long hallways, dimly lit by yellowish florescent bulbs that winked in and out of actually working.
Two steps. Two steps and the rounding of a corner, clipboard in hand, a cup of strong, black coffee in the other, and that was all that was apparently needed. Yao had turned the corner, heard a faint clicking sound, a beep, a shout, and then -
- and then nothing but red.
He was lying on the ground. He was staring up at the blackened, smokey ceiling, and he couldn't move. The rest of his body was numb, or maybe it wasn't there at all. His head hurt, hurt so much that his face felt wet with the sheer agony, but he couldn't move his hands to touch his face. He wasn't even sure if his hands were still attached to his arms.
The fire was licking around him, hot, hungry, insatiable. Yao could feel the heat of it bearing down onto him, suffocating him from the inside out; there was nothing except that, except the flames, rising higher and higher until it was all that Yao could see.
Red. And more red.
He closed his eyes.
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