*well, wendigo, shall we continue? I have baalze's permission.*
*Yep!*
Elias and Esmeralda are trying to figure out why it's now less fancy. Esmeralda seems happy the door is now open but her brother, on the other hand, clings to the bed. "Go back. Go back! Its scary!"
"Death comes to those who are blind to the enemy."
Attack: 11 Damage: 27
Attack: 19 Damage: 22
One dodges after hearing the quote, but the other one is bisected at the waist. The guy who dodged fires shakily.
Attack: 10 Damage: 7
He blocks the attack of his sword, spinning as he attacks again
Attack: 15 Damage: 26
He just about blocks, but his gun is sliced in half. He drops down on one knee, raising his hands in surrrender.
He places the blade of the sword against their throat. "Tell me where your base of operations is."
"I don't know! I'm a patrol guard! I just... well, patrol. My base is in the square nearby with the gun shop." he says, frantically.
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Elias and Esmeralda are trying to figure out why it's now less fancy. Esmeralda seems happy the door is now open but her brother, on the other hand, clings to the bed. "Go back. Go back! Its scary!"
Even the bellhops are gone. Most of the furniture, too.
Elias and Esmeralda are trying to figure out why it's now less fancy. Esmeralda seems happy the door is now open but her brother, on the other hand, clings to the bed. "Go back. Go back! Its scary!"
Even the bellhops are gone. Most of the furniture, too.
He crawls under the bed and begins to cry. Esmeralda tries to get him out from under it but ends up tearing up a bit as well.
He places the blade of the sword against their throat. "Tell me where your base of operations is."
"I don't know! I'm a patrol guard! I just... well, patrol. My base is in the square nearby with the gun shop." he says, frantically.
"Bring me there. NOW!" he snarls. The mask makes it 10 times scarier.
"OK!" he says, getting up and shuffling in the general direction of the square. Perception check pls
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He places the blade of the sword against their throat. "Tell me where your base of operations is."
"I don't know! I'm a patrol guard! I just... well, patrol. My base is in the square nearby with the gun shop." he says, frantically.
"Bring me there. NOW!" he snarls. The mask makes it 10 times scarier.
"OK!" he says, getting up and shuffling in the general direction of the square. Perception check pls
Perception: 17
He keeps the sword on their neck
They see his hand go to his belt. He's the one wearing a cloak, so they can't see what he's reaching for.
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*There actually isn't anything keeping them there right now, but feel free. The door is so rotten you could probably break it down with a spoon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He places the blade of the sword against their throat. "Tell me where your base of operations is."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*well, wendigo, shall we continue? I have baalze's permission.*
*Yep!*
Elias and Esmeralda are trying to figure out why it's now less fancy. Esmeralda seems happy the door is now open but her brother, on the other hand, clings to the bed. "Go back. Go back! Its scary!"
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"I don't know! I'm a patrol guard! I just... well, patrol. My base is in the square nearby with the gun shop." he says, frantically.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
Even the bellhops are gone. Most of the furniture, too.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man uses a shotgun to blow the hinges of the door and then kicks it to the ground.
He crawls under the bed and begins to cry. Esmeralda tries to get him out from under it but ends up tearing up a bit as well.
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"Bring me there. NOW!" he snarls. The mask makes it 10 times scarier.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Elias screams but Esmeralda looks over, curious.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
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"OK!" he says, getting up and shuffling in the general direction of the square. Perception check pls
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
Perception: 24
He keeps the sword on their neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man looks down at them and offers a gloved hand.
(can't say how to describe it, but more or less how the spartan helps the girl up 1 minute and 50 seconds into this cutscene)
They see his hand go to his belt. He's the one wearing a cloak, so they can't see what he's reaching for.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
Esmeralda looks up and, instead of taking it, she high fives him.
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"Dont even try it." he hisses, pressing the sword deeper into their neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks confused, then laughs. "You kids okay?"
*Ay wendigo, can u pop over to the Cybertron thread?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods "My brother is crying.." She said.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
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*Okie dokie.*
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