Stigmata is wailing like a child with a broken bone, thrashing his way through the Dome, killing anyone who touches him by causing their souls and bodies to burst open.
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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.
Stigmata is wailing like a child with a broken bone, thrashing his way through the Dome, killing anyone who touches him by causing their souls and bodies to burst open.
The new arrival steps from his wood block, he sighs, looking over to Stigmata as he begins to walk over to them. He doesn't say a word as he approaches, his hands closing into fists. Init:19
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Stigmata is wailing like a child with a broken bone, thrashing his way through the Dome, killing anyone who touches him by causing their souls and bodies to burst open.
The new arrival steps from his wood block, he sighs, looking over to Stigmata as he begins to walk over to them. He doesn't say a word as he approaches, his hands closing into fists. Init:19
New arrival goes first.
Stigmata crouches down and clutches his head, screaming at the ground before standing back up and sprinting at them, hands grabbing and ripping at the air.
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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.
Stigmata is wailing like a child with a broken bone, thrashing his way through the Dome, killing anyone who touches him by causing their souls and bodies to burst open.
The new arrival steps from his wood block, he sighs, looking over to Stigmata as he begins to walk over to them. He doesn't say a word as he approaches, his hands closing into fists. Init:19
New arrival goes first.
Stigmata crouches down and clutches his head, screaming at the ground before standing back up and sprinting at them, hands grabbing and ripping at the air.
He swings his fists twice, his first blow glowing with radiant energy as he swings towards them, his expression entirely nondescript and flat. (If I remember all attacks automatically hit, or am I somehow mistaken?) Damage:15+816
Stigmata crouches down and clutches his head, screaming at the ground before standing back up and sprinting at them, hands grabbing and ripping at the air.
He swings his fists twice, his first blow glowing with radiant energy as he swings towards them, his expression entirely nondescript and flat. (If I remember all attacks automatically hit, or am I somehow mistaken?) Damage:15+816
*You are not mistaken*
78 damage total.
The being stumbles back, staggered and stunned for a brief second. The wounds left would destroy a lesser warrior in an instant. A set of jaws appears under his hat, making a functional face. "What do you dream for..." He whispers. "...Animal?!" He swipes with his left hand.
Attack: 28 Damage: 24, and the target takes a -1 to damage rolls until he regains HP
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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.
Stigmata crouches down and clutches his head, screaming at the ground before standing back up and sprinting at them, hands grabbing and ripping at the air.
He swings his fists twice, his first blow glowing with radiant energy as he swings towards them, his expression entirely nondescript and flat. (If I remember all attacks automatically hit, or am I somehow mistaken?) Damage:15+816
*You are not mistaken*
78 damage total.
The being stumbles back, staggered and stunned for a brief second. The wounds left would destroy a lesser warrior in an instant. A set of jaws appears under his hat, making a functional face. "What do you dream for..." He whispers. "...Animal?!" He swipes with his left hand.
Attack: 28 Damage: 24, and the target takes a -1 to damage rolls until he regains HP
He doesn't dodge or block, taking the blow to the chest as he begins to bleed. He doesn't respond, simply nodding at them before throwing three more punches in quick succession, letting the pain of the wound enter his body. Damage:14+101717
The being stumbles back, staggered and stunned for a brief second. The wounds left would destroy a lesser warrior in an instant. A set of jaws appears under his hat, making a functional face. "What do you dream for..." He whispers. "...Animal?!" He swipes with his left hand.
Attack: 28 Damage: 24, and the target takes a -1 to damage rolls until he regains HP
He doesn't dodge or block, taking the blow to the chest as he begins to bleed. He doesn't respond, simply nodding at them before throwing three more punches in quick succession, letting the pain of the wound enter his body. Damage:14+101513
*Forgot to add the -1, that's my fault.*
104 damage dealt this round.
The man's flesh boils and bursts when hit. Black ichor spills to the ground from Stigmata's wounds, white seafoam swirling in it like screaming faces. He slowly pulls himself to a standing position, wheezing. His lungs should be nonfunctional by now, and he seems to be decaying into ozone as they fight. He points two fingers to the sky. "Have... a look."
A massive eye opens in the sky, and the flickering echoes of millions and millions of corpses and atrocities become visible. "Killers from across the multiverse have gathered here... and what have they to show for it?" He slashes his two fingers down across the newcomer's chest. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE!?!"
Attack: 28 Damage: 15, -1 to damage on a hit. (I'm gonna copy/paste this for subsequent attacks)
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104 damage dealt this round.
The man's flesh boils and bursts when hit. Black ichor spills to the ground from Stigmata's wounds, white seafoam swirling in it like screaming faces. He slowly pulls himself to a standing position, wheezing. His lungs should be nonfunctional by now, and he seems to be decaying into ozone as they fight. He points two fingers to the sky. "Have... a look."
A massive eye opens in the sky, and the flickering echoes of millions and millions of corpses and atrocities become visible. "Killers from across the multiverse have gathered here... and what have they to show for it?" He slashes his two fingers down across the newcomer's chest. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE!?!"
Attack: 30 Damage: 29, -1 to damage on a hit. (I'm gonna copy/paste this for subsequent attacks)
The man remains silent all the while, he doesn't even crack a smirk as each hit cuts into his flesh, blood spills from the wound but he doesn't react at all, as if he weren't alive at all, or maybe he's something beyond life. He swings thrice more, the blows seemingly not created in an attempt to kill, but an attempt to stop them. Damage:15+141112
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The man's flesh boils and bursts when hit. Black ichor spills to the ground from Stigmata's wounds, white seafoam swirling in it like screaming faces. He slowly pulls himself to a standing position, wheezing. His lungs should be nonfunctional by now, and he seems to be decaying into ozone as they fight. He points two fingers to the sky. "Have... a look."
A massive eye opens in the sky, and the flickering echoes of millions and millions of corpses and atrocities become visible. "Killers from across the multiverse have gathered here... and what have they to show for it?" He slashes his two fingers down across the newcomer's chest. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE!?!"
Attack: 30 Damage: 29, -1 to damage on a hit. (I'm gonna copy/paste this for subsequent attacks)
The man remains silent all the while, he doesn't even crack a smirk as each hit cuts into his flesh, blood spills from the wound but he doesn't react at all, as if he weren't alive at all, or maybe he's something beyond life. He swings thrice more, the blows seemingly not created in an attempt to kill, but an attempt to stop them. Damage:15+141112
*Had to make pancakes for the family. Not an apology, just an explanation*
104 damage exactly. Twice in a row.
His limbs shatter with each blow, and he stumbles back about 10 feet (opportunity attack if you wish). He waves a shattered arm as if it weren't even broken, making an occult hand gesture. Some of the echoes dissolve into bones and fleshy paste, then reshape into a monstrosity which immediately charges the stranger, flailing wildly.
Attack: 21 Damage: 18, -1 to damage on a hit.
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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.
The man's flesh boils and bursts when hit. Black ichor spills to the ground from Stigmata's wounds, white seafoam swirling in it like screaming faces. He slowly pulls himself to a standing position, wheezing. His lungs should be nonfunctional by now, and he seems to be decaying into ozone as they fight. He points two fingers to the sky. "Have... a look."
A massive eye opens in the sky, and the flickering echoes of millions and millions of corpses and atrocities become visible. "Killers from across the multiverse have gathered here... and what have they to show for it?" He slashes his two fingers down across the newcomer's chest. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE!?!"
Attack: 30 Damage: 29, -1 to damage on a hit. (I'm gonna copy/paste this for subsequent attacks)
The man remains silent all the while, he doesn't even crack a smirk as each hit cuts into his flesh, blood spills from the wound but he doesn't react at all, as if he weren't alive at all, or maybe he's something beyond life. He swings thrice more, the blows seemingly not created in an attempt to kill, but an attempt to stop them. Damage:15+141112
*Had to make pancakes for the family. Not an apology, just an explanation*
104 damage exactly. Twice in a row.
His limbs shatter with each blow, and he stumbles back about 10 feet (opportunity attack if you wish). He waves a shattered arm as if it weren't even broken, making an occult hand gesture. Some of the echoes dissolve into bones and fleshy paste, then reshape into a monstrosity which immediately charges the stranger, flailing wildly.
Attack: 21 Damage: 18, -1 to damage on a hit.
*Sorry for my delay, didn’t see you had responded.*
He takes the hits once more, not choosing to make an attack as they fall back from the blows. He mutters some words, heavy as they are the first time words that he has ever spoken since arriving at the dome, “Normal punch.” Suddenly, his fist fills with impossible force, strength he didn’t have, blasting out back at them. They take 71 damage plus 15
*Better to be underpowered than over I’d say, and I do like Stigmata,*
*Wanna fight? He won't die even if he loses. He doesn't work that way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Id have to switch to my computer, but if I can, sure, I wanna combat test my new guy.*
Stigmata is wailing like a child with a broken bone, thrashing his way through the Dome, killing anyone who touches him by causing their souls and bodies to burst open.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The new arrival steps from his wood block, he sighs, looking over to Stigmata as he begins to walk over to them. He doesn't say a word as he approaches, his hands closing into fists. Init:19
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
New arrival goes first.
Stigmata crouches down and clutches his head, screaming at the ground before standing back up and sprinting at them, hands grabbing and ripping at the air.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He swings his fists twice, his first blow glowing with radiant energy as he swings towards them, his expression entirely nondescript and flat. (If I remember all attacks automatically hit, or am I somehow mistaken?) Damage:15+8 16
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*You are not mistaken*
78 damage total.
The being stumbles back, staggered and stunned for a brief second. The wounds left would destroy a lesser warrior in an instant. A set of jaws appears under his hat, making a functional face. "What do you dream for..." He whispers. "...Animal?!" He swipes with his left hand.
Attack: 28 Damage: 24, and the target takes a -1 to damage rolls until he regains HP
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He doesn't dodge or block, taking the blow to the chest as he begins to bleed. He doesn't respond, simply nodding at them before throwing three more punches in quick succession, letting the pain of the wound enter his body. Damage:14+10 17 17
*Forgot to add the -1, that's my fault.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
104 damage dealt this round.
The man's flesh boils and bursts when hit. Black ichor spills to the ground from Stigmata's wounds, white seafoam swirling in it like screaming faces. He slowly pulls himself to a standing position, wheezing. His lungs should be nonfunctional by now, and he seems to be decaying into ozone as they fight. He points two fingers to the sky. "Have... a look."
A massive eye opens in the sky, and the flickering echoes of millions and millions of corpses and atrocities become visible. "Killers from across the multiverse have gathered here... and what have they to show for it?" He slashes his two fingers down across the newcomer's chest. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE!?!"
Attack: 28 Damage: 15, -1 to damage on a hit. (I'm gonna copy/paste this for subsequent attacks)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Accidentally halved my attack bonus*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man remains silent all the while, he doesn't even crack a smirk as each hit cuts into his flesh, blood spills from the wound but he doesn't react at all, as if he weren't alive at all, or maybe he's something beyond life. He swings thrice more, the blows seemingly not created in an attempt to kill, but an attempt to stop them. Damage:15+14 11 12
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Had to make pancakes for the family. Not an apology, just an explanation*
104 damage exactly. Twice in a row.
His limbs shatter with each blow, and he stumbles back about 10 feet (opportunity attack if you wish). He waves a shattered arm as if it weren't even broken, making an occult hand gesture. Some of the echoes dissolve into bones and fleshy paste, then reshape into a monstrosity which immediately charges the stranger, flailing wildly.
Attack: 21 Damage: 18, -1 to damage on a hit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hiya!*
*Hey, Arch!*
*I made bacon pancakes!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I shall steal them!*
*You can't.*
*You have my permission, so it's not stealing.*
*This isn't an at of kindness, I just hate these things. They're like paste with grease.*
*My family likes them for some freaking reason, but I'm guessing they're just thankful for food.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I see…*
*until today, I honestly have never heard of a bacon pancake.*
*You can keep it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sorry for my delay, didn’t see you had responded.*
He takes the hits once more, not choosing to make an attack as they fall back from the blows. He mutters some words, heavy as they are the first time words that he has ever spoken since arriving at the dome, “Normal punch.” Suddenly, his fist fills with impossible force, strength he didn’t have, blasting out back at them. They take 71 damage plus 15