This may be the direct result of playing too many arkham horror games...
Here's the rules of the game:
It's the standard format for this sort of game - you twist what the person before you posted, and then post something to be twisted. You need to turn the previous posters final comment into a nightmare, right through to waking up. The creepier the better. Go all out if you can! Then you post something you think couldn't possibly become a nightmare, as a challenge to those who follow!
For example, and with an opening for poster number 2:
Opening post: A nice day out at the park
Second post: You walk around the park, but it seems changed somehow. The paths twist in ways you don't remember, the trees seem older, more twisted. The sound of children's laughter has shifted imperceptibly from charming to sinister, and seems to be coming from all around. A thin mist starts to swirl softly around your feet, and you start to panic. You start running, but you're lost. Panic claws at you, and you feel yourself being pursued by the laughter of the children, but the ground starts to turn soft, and you fall to the ground. You find the tree roots have wrapped themselves around you, and you cannot get up. The sound of children laughing grows closer, and you manage to roll over to see an animal with the laughing face of a child bounding towards you. It leaps at you, and you are woken by your cat leaping onto your chest in the bed.
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The players are attempting to murderhobo everything in reach, and it’s a political campaign. They murder an important NPC, an important quest giver and a few million innocents. (Sorry it’s bad, I’m not particularly good at storytelling.)
I am meditating on a mountain.
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With the beat of many wings, the sky darkens breaking your concentration. Looking up reveals an army of bats, falling in front of you forming a human shape. Blood dripping from the mouth, a withered bony body, the figure walks forward. And upon opening their terrible maw of unfathomable depths the creature says, "Hi, we've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."
With the beat of many wings, the sky darkens breaking your concentration. Looking up reveals an army of bats, falling in front of you forming a human shape. Blood dripping from the mouth, a withered bony body, the figure walks forward. And upon opening their terrible maw of unfathomable depths the creature says, "Hi, we've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."
I'm sitting at my computer.
As you play in a Play-by-Post D&D campaign, you are oblivious to the little doll making its way up to you, brandishing a small needle as it does. You feel a small prick, followed by your soul being torn out of your body, passing by a malicious spirit before finding yourself back in your body. But as you look down at yourself, you realize that you're no longer in your body. You have become the doll. As you look up at your own body, towering over you, it looks back, grinning, a malicious glint in its eye. You try to run, but it catches you easily, and makes its way to the kitchen, using your body. It takes a plastic cup and puts it over you, leaving you in complete darkness, followed by what sounds like heavy D&D books being put on top. You feel yourself being dragged down deeper into the prison known as sleep, horrified of what might come next...
I am riding a celestial unicorn that banishes any Evil entity that comes within 15 ft. of it.
The teeth explode as the Dark Lich King Vampire Lord evilly laughs. You see an army of teddy bears wielding swords that are giant compared to them. You think they are carrionettes, but you are wrong. These teddy bears start singing a song that you think is very nice.......................... UNTIL you realize that they are chanting the ritual to SUMMON THE TARRASQUE. Then they feel something giant biting them, and their life ends at that exact moment. And then they wake to a pile of stuffed animals on them.
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
This may be the direct result of playing too many arkham horror games...
Here's the rules of the game:
It's the standard format for this sort of game - you twist what the person before you posted, and then post something to be twisted. You need to turn the previous posters final comment into a nightmare, right through to waking up. The creepier the better. Go all out if you can! Then you post something you think couldn't possibly become a nightmare, as a challenge to those who follow!
For example, and with an opening for poster number 2:
Opening post: A nice day out at the park
Second post: You walk around the park, but it seems changed somehow. The paths twist in ways you don't remember, the trees seem older, more twisted. The sound of children's laughter has shifted imperceptibly from charming to sinister, and seems to be coming from all around. A thin mist starts to swirl softly around your feet, and you start to panic. You start running, but you're lost. Panic claws at you, and you feel yourself being pursued by the laughter of the children, but the ground starts to turn soft, and you fall to the ground. You find the tree roots have wrapped themselves around you, and you cannot get up. The sound of children laughing grows closer, and you manage to roll over to see an animal with the laughing face of a child bounding towards you. It leaps at you, and you are woken by your cat leaping onto your chest in the bed.
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The players are attempting to murderhobo everything in reach, and it’s a political campaign. They murder an important NPC, an important quest giver and a few million innocents. (Sorry it’s bad, I’m not particularly good at storytelling.)
I am meditating on a mountain.
This isn't actually a signature, just something I copy and paste onto the bottom of all my posts. Or is it? Yep, it is. Or is it..? I’m a hobbit, and the master cranial imploder of the "Oops, I Accidently Destroyed Someone's Brain" cult. Extended sig. I'm actually in Limbo, it says I'm in Mechanus because that's where I get my WiFi from. Please don't tell the modrons, they're still angry from the 'Spawning Stone' fiasco.
No connection to Dragonslayer8 other than knowing them in real life.
With the beat of many wings, the sky darkens breaking your concentration. Looking up reveals an army of bats, falling in front of you forming a human shape. Blood dripping from the mouth, a withered bony body, the figure walks forward. And upon opening their terrible maw of unfathomable depths the creature says, "Hi, we've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."
I'm sitting at my computer.
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As you play in a Play-by-Post D&D campaign, you are oblivious to the little doll making its way up to you, brandishing a small needle as it does. You feel a small prick, followed by your soul being torn out of your body, passing by a malicious spirit before finding yourself back in your body. But as you look down at yourself, you realize that you're no longer in your body. You have become the doll. As you look up at your own body, towering over you, it looks back, grinning, a malicious glint in its eye. You try to run, but it catches you easily, and makes its way to the kitchen, using your body. It takes a plastic cup and puts it over you, leaving you in complete darkness, followed by what sounds like heavy D&D books being put on top. You feel yourself being dragged down deeper into the prison known as sleep, horrified of what might come next...
I am riding a celestial unicorn that banishes any Evil entity that comes within 15 ft. of it.
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Except the unicorn has int 1 and thinks of death as evil so you can't play spiritfarer
someone is eating teeth
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The teeth explode as the Dark Lich King Vampire Lord evilly laughs. You see an army of teddy bears wielding swords that are giant compared to them. You think they are carrionettes, but you are wrong. These teddy bears start singing a song that you think is very nice.......................... UNTIL you realize that they are chanting the ritual to SUMMON THE TARRASQUE. Then they feel something giant biting them, and their life ends at that exact moment. And then they wake to a pile of stuffed animals on them.
I am an a sentient laptop.
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
You are hijacked by a virus and must infect all your friend computers or die. You have a choice to make...
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