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chirigami rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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 Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 11:06 pm
MAIN HQ: gaia_star MOBS: Roll 1d6. This is the AMOUNT of mobs you spawn. Each mob has 5HP for a CUMULATIVE HP pool of 5 times whatever dice roll amount you spawned. Every time a mob is defeated, they do -5 auto damage to you! If you need help in your RP, remember you can tag it as SOS. If you are a Y1 student, they only do -2 auto damage. gaia_star [ RARE BOSS SPAWN ]: If you are a final stage character, you can CHOOSE to spawn a rare boss. This is a shadow Hunter with a menacing figure at 60/60 HP and -5 auto damage a turn. Defeating it will ??? ??? (quote Zoobey).
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chirigami rolled 6 10-sided dice:
9, 8, 2, 6, 2, 8
Total: 35 (6-60)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 11:13 pm
The phone in her hand had dropped instantly after the deranged message, she could feel her heartbeat quickening and the only thing she could register to do was to run. She felt like a coward, unable to rationalize any sort of plan or idea in that moment but to just run. But she felt like there wasn't much she could do anyways. What else was she supposed to do trapped on an island she knew nothing about - she could honestly say she had barely an interaction with Hunters and now she was lost with so many others on their island.
Maybe if she found someone with a little more experience with this sort of thing, someone who had a plan or just part of one. Someone more reasonable and action ready; the opposite of her. Maple found the first building she could find and fumbled through the doors and into a room.
But instead of someone helpful, she found herself in front of a large number of shadowed beings, standing in guard position and ready for a fight. "Noooooooo ~" She wailed but they were already on her before she could turn high tail and get out of there.
Like the shadow version of herself, they had skilled more weaponry, sharpened blades and blunt objects made for this sort of thing. And all the witch had was a broom, bristled and old but somehow managing to beat everyone. (Hoooow?!) Mayhaps it was just desperation, the only course of action and the deep desire to just not get the chance to lose again. Maple smacked them all as hard as she could, aided only by a few other items in the vicinity - a chair for one, a lamp and a clipboard - anything to get them to stop their assault on her.
For the second time that day, Maple found herself victorious and was unsure how she had managed. It really should have been a moment of pride, something to stroke her ego but when one was already so deeply down it took a while to crawl back up and gain that sort of confidence to feel accomplished.
Okay, maybe she did a little.Quote: mob hp: 0/25 damage: 17 + 9 = 26
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 11:20 pm
Behind the mirror is none other than the Amityville Academy as it actually should have been. It confirms that you are trapped within this dream, as you look closer to the mirror. Examining it reveals it is just a mirror, and shattering it well-
- After a while it rebuilds itself. You are stuck here.
The mirror shifts. You can see that the school turn into a massive cage, larger than you've ever seen. How did you get here? What is this cage? You can't see anything but the cage on the other side.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 2:11 am
It was short lived, and her adrenaline slowly vanished from her body when she noticed the mirror. Perhaps it was a way out, she hoped as she scrambled towards it. But the surface offered no salvation. Only a pang to her heart witnessing the image shift and distort and defile her home.
No! Her brows pushed together as she pressed her forehead to the surface, her eyes shut tight. She was trapped here. On this island. Leaning there, she considered her options finally. Running seemed futile, finding others might have been helpful but she honestly was unsure of what it could actually do. How much would it help? Solidarity was perhaps the only reason.
Maple felt hopeless like always and her body slid down the length of the mirror until she was seated upon the floor. Her brown eyes stared sadly at the image still displayed, taunting her with her inability for action.
It held her attention, until she heard a voice....
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