*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
He sighs, "I guess thats not your fault." he says, folding the map up and setting it in his pocket, "So, how many people have you called security on then?"
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
He sighs, "I guess thats not your fault." he says, folding the map up and setting it in his pocket, "So, how many people have you called security on then?"
"Only a couple, but not after I knew the security automatons were acting crazy! I... did have to handle some unruly guests by myself, though." The young man remembers seeing monster corpses and broken security robots shoved into garbage cans around the park.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
He sighs, "I guess thats not your fault." he says, folding the map up and setting it in his pocket, "So, how many people have you called security on then?"
"Only a couple, but not after I knew the security automatons were acting crazy! I... did have to handle some unruly guests by myself, though." The young man remembers seeing monster corpses and broken security robots shoved into garbage cans around the park.
"Hm. Thats... ok." He nods, "Sorry for blaming you for that death, it wasn't entirely your fault."
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
He sighs, "I guess thats not your fault." he says, folding the map up and setting it in his pocket, "So, how many people have you called security on then?"
"Only a couple, but not after I knew the security automatons were acting crazy! I... did have to handle some unruly guests by myself, though." The young man remembers seeing monster corpses and broken security robots shoved into garbage cans around the park.
"Hm. Thats... ok." He nods, "Sorry for blaming you for that death, it wasn't entirely your fault."
It "sniffs." "Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my composure. I just haven't seen many people who haven't attacked me recently..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
He sighs, "I guess thats not your fault." he says, folding the map up and setting it in his pocket, "So, how many people have you called security on then?"
"Only a couple, but not after I knew the security automatons were acting crazy! I... did have to handle some unruly guests by myself, though." The young man remembers seeing monster corpses and broken security robots shoved into garbage cans around the park.
"Hm. Thats... ok." He nods, "Sorry for blaming you for that death, it wasn't entirely your fault."
It "sniffs." "Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my composure. I just haven't seen many people who haven't attacked me recently..."
"I wouldn't hurt someone unless they attacked first." He says, gesturing to the bat, "This is mostly for self defense in the first place."
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 31 Damage: 8
The skeleton collapses into a pile of bones.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 31 Damage: 8
The skeleton collapses into a pile of bones.
Gary blinks over to the desk, and looks at the papers.
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 31 Damage: 8
The skeleton collapses into a pile of bones.
Gary blinks over to the desk, and looks at the papers.
They seem to be designs for constructs, magebred creatures, and potential new food products.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 31 Damage: 8
The skeleton collapses into a pile of bones.
Gary blinks over to the desk, and looks at the papers.
They seem to be designs for constructs, magebred creatures, and potential new food products.
He takes a paper, then waits for the others to catch up.
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 31 Damage: 8
The skeleton collapses into a pile of bones.
Gary blinks over to the desk, and looks at the papers.
They seem to be designs for constructs, magebred creatures, and potential new food products.
He takes a paper, then waits for the others to catch up.
There is a creaking sound from above. Not directly above, but still above.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heya Baalzeboop. Katethiir, Gary, and Kat'chka are outside the production facility, and Katethiir is scanning it for heat signatures (blindsight 120 ft.). Also, probably not gonna be on a lot today.*
Lots of heat signatures, mostly animals.
Any near where the designs would be? Actually, scratch that. Katethiir straightens, raises their scimitar, and Stealths (27).
Nothing sees her.
They enter the facility and stand stock still. Perception: 23. If it's clear, they continue, if it's not... well, it will depend.
Other than some warm animal carcasses, they don't detect anything out of place.
They note the fact the carcasses are still warm and proceed deeper, pulling a grenade from their belt.
Gary is also stealthing, staying about 50 feet behind Katethiir, and occasionally blinking out of existence, not reappearing for a few seconds. 25.
*whenever you're done with your break, Baalzeboop :)*
Kat'Chka walks in very quietly himself, and proceeds to walk right up the wall, tying his cloak close. Both his carapace and cloak seem to shift to camouflage him in the shifting shadows.
Stealth: 18
You are all but a whisper in the void. At least, so you think.
As you all walk, you eventually reach the Main Office. It seems untouched.
Gary blinks inside, and hides as a bonus action with advantage (26).
*is there a description?*
A round, dimly lit office lies before you. The desk is stacked with papers, and a skeleton sits in the chair.
Gary just chucks a dagger at the skeleton, assuming it isn't an undead.
Attack: 31 Damage: 8
The skeleton collapses into a pile of bones.
Gary blinks over to the desk, and looks at the papers.
They seem to be designs for constructs, magebred creatures, and potential new food products.
He takes a paper, then waits for the others to catch up.
There is a creaking sound from above. Not directly above, but still above.
Gary looks up, and decides to hide under the desk, just to be safe.
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Hey uh, Baalzeboop, you up for running this, or still tired? I got a character made finally*
*Aight, let's do this thing.*
A male human around the age of 19 is walking around the theme park. They're wearing a diamond patterned red and black hoodie, the hood pulled up over their black hair, which has the occasional streak of blonde racing through it. His yellow eyes are visible, though the rest of their face is covered by a black cloth surgical mask. A pair of jeans and some steel toed boots cover the rest of him as he walks through the abandoned park. In one hand they hold a metal bat (A mace basically, but i wanted to sorta modernise it), which has some tape wrapped around the handle for better grip.
The big, pink dragon waddles up to him (its legs do not seem to be designed for fast movement). "Good morning! Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"
he takes a small step back, "Uh, no i'm quite alright...." He says, a bit caught off guard with a pink dragon
"Alrighty! Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Hm... i guess a map would be nice."
"Oh! We stopped making placemats a while ago, but here's one that belonged to one of our recent guests!" It reaches into its stomach pouch and pulls out a blood-splattered map. Most of it was marked with red words. The writing on the Production area reads "LIAR." The writing on the Factory reads "lots of robots. plenty of snacks." There is no writing on the Theme Park.
He's quite for a moment as he takes the map, "Are they dead?" He asks as he looks at it
"Well, unfortunately, they attempted to dismantle me, and they legally were not allowed to do that, so I had to call security on them. However, the security drones seemed to have some... problems with their targeting systems and were set to destroy any guests they saw. I'm sorry, but the previous owner of your map has, indeed, passed away."
"Hm." He nods, "Seems like thats partially your fault," he says as he studies the map,
The candy dragon sputters. "I- I- I didn't mean to- I mean- How was I supposed to- ????" They sound like they would be about to start crying if they weren't a construct.
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
He sighs, "I guess thats not your fault." he says, folding the map up and setting it in his pocket, "So, how many people have you called security on then?"
"Only a couple, but not after I knew the security automatons were acting crazy! I... did have to handle some unruly guests by myself, though." The young man remembers seeing monster corpses and broken security robots shoved into garbage cans around the park.
"Hm. Thats... ok." He nods, "Sorry for blaming you for that death, it wasn't entirely your fault."
It "sniffs." "Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my composure. I just haven't seen many people who haven't attacked me recently..."
"I wouldn't hurt someone unless they attacked first." He says, gesturing to the bat, "This is mostly for self defense in the first place."
"You're one of them, right? Unless you're unable to access the system, you would have known about the security drones being set to kill all guests." He says, looking up at them
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"We- we have to get our instructions installed m-manually! I'm not a security construct, so I wasn't called in for the same daily maintenance as they were!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, "I guess thats not your fault." he says, folding the map up and setting it in his pocket, "So, how many people have you called security on then?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Only a couple, but not after I knew the security automatons were acting crazy! I... did have to handle some unruly guests by myself, though." The young man remembers seeing monster corpses and broken security robots shoved into garbage cans around the park.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm. Thats... ok." He nods, "Sorry for blaming you for that death, it wasn't entirely your fault."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
It "sniffs." "Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my composure. I just haven't seen many people who haven't attacked me recently..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I wouldn't hurt someone unless they attacked first." He says, gesturing to the bat, "This is mostly for self defense in the first place."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*oof, now its slow*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*yup*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
The skeleton collapses into a pile of bones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gary blinks over to the desk, and looks at the papers.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
They seem to be designs for constructs, magebred creatures, and potential new food products.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a paper, then waits for the others to catch up.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
There is a creaking sound from above. Not directly above, but still above.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gary looks up, and decides to hide under the desk, just to be safe.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The man in the hoodie is walking around the theme park area, still looking at the map
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The little boy is sitting on a pile of sweets, devouring them.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*What area is this in?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*The factory.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.