*sure! Who’d you want to interact with the new guy?*
*Anyone at all really, even the duck.*
*hmm, let’s go with Varavothim.*
Varavothim, (the elf cowboy assassin guy) is watching the newcomer from a distance. His gun, the reaper’s shot, is aimed for its head. (This is the guy with perfect aim)
*sure! Who’d you want to interact with the new guy?*
*Anyone at all really, even the duck.*
*hmm, let’s go with Varavothim.*
Varavothim, (the elf cowboy assassin guy) is watching the newcomer from a distance. His gun, the reaper’s shot, is aimed for its head. (This is the guy with perfect aim)
*Oh yeah, I've got a cowboy guy now too*
The Hunter raises an eye to them, the sign of madness and countless bodies evident in their eyes. They point their flintlock at them in return, and fire a warning shot, a silver bullet flying through the air. To hit:31+6 (Not gonna roll damage because its a warning shot)
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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.'
*sure! Who’d you want to interact with the new guy?*
*Anyone at all really, even the duck.*
*hmm, let’s go with Varavothim.*
Varavothim, (the elf cowboy assassin guy) is watching the newcomer from a distance. His gun, the reaper’s shot, is aimed for its head. (This is the guy with perfect aim)
*Oh yeah, I've got a cowboy guy now too*
The Hunter raises an eye to them, the sign of madness and countless bodies evident in their eyes. They point their flintlock at them in return, and fire a warning shot, a silver bullet flying through the air. To hit:31+6 (Not gonna roll damage because its a warning shot)
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 37 +123
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
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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.'
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
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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.'
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
“Sure is,” he says. “You have pretty fair aim.”
"As you are yourself, hunting you would be fun." For a split second, he twitches before taking a deep breath "I won't though."
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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.'
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
“Sure is,” he says. “You have pretty fair aim.”
"As you are yourself, hunting you would be fun." For a split second, he twitches before taking a deep breath "I won't though."
“If you tried, you’d get six bullets in your head… but enough of that, I’m Varavothim.”
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
“Sure is,” he says. “You have pretty fair aim.”
"As you are yourself, hunting you would be fun." For a split second, he twitches before taking a deep breath "I won't though."
“If you tried, you’d get six bullets in your head… but enough of that, I’m Varavothim.”
"I only go by the Hunter. Nice to meet you Varavothim. One day... we may see the validity of your claim."
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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.'
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
“Sure is,” he says. “You have pretty fair aim.”
"As you are yourself, hunting you would be fun." For a split second, he twitches before taking a deep breath "I won't though."
“If you tried, you’d get six bullets in your head… but enough of that, I’m Varavothim.”
"I only go by the Hunter. Nice to meet you Varavothim. One day... we may see the validity of your claim."
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
“Sure is,” he says. “You have pretty fair aim.”
"As you are yourself, hunting you would be fun." For a split second, he twitches before taking a deep breath "I won't though."
“If you tried, you’d get six bullets in your head… but enough of that, I’m Varavothim.”
"I only go by the Hunter. Nice to meet you Varavothim. One day... we may see the validity of your claim."
He chuckles. “That’ll be fun. Where are ya from?”
“Old Yharnam. You?” He asks, a warrior trying to stab him while he isn’t looking. His arm shoots out with unnatural speed and shatters their neck.
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 38 +125
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
“Sure is,” he says. “You have pretty fair aim.”
"As you are yourself, hunting you would be fun." For a split second, he twitches before taking a deep breath "I won't though."
“If you tried, you’d get six bullets in your head… but enough of that, I’m Varavothim.”
"I only go by the Hunter. Nice to meet you Varavothim. One day... we may see the validity of your claim."
He chuckles. “That’ll be fun. Where are ya from?”
“Old Yharnam. You?” He asks, a warrior trying to stab him while he isn’t looking. His arm shoots out with unnatural speed and shatters their neck.
“Some old town a few hundred miles north of here. Doesn’t matter anymore, they all died in a…” he rests his hand on his flintlock. “Horrible, horrible, definitely not gun related accident.”
“I mean, I’m insane, but it makes it difficult to believe something phrase that way.” He takes out a knife, expertly removing the now dead warrior’s skull, and attaching it to their belt along with many others.
“I mean, I’m insane, but it makes it difficult to believe something phrase that way.” He takes out a knife, expertly removing the now dead warrior’s skull, and attaching it to their belt along with many others.
“Alright, yeah, I killed them. Every last one. That’s how I earned this gun here, the reaper’s shot.”
“I mean, I’m insane, but it makes it difficult to believe something phrase that way.” He takes out a knife, expertly removing the now dead warrior’s skull, and attaching it to their belt along with many others.
“Alright, yeah, I killed them. Every last one. That’s how I earned this gun here, the reaper’s shot.”
“Earned?” He says it like he disagrees, but does not say anything else, looking down to the skullless man “Maybe I can’t judge.”
“I mean, I’m insane, but it makes it difficult to believe something phrase that way.” He takes out a knife, expertly removing the now dead warrior’s skull, and attaching it to their belt along with many others.
“Alright, yeah, I killed them. Every last one. That’s how I earned this gun here, the reaper’s shot.”
“Earned?” He says it like he disagrees, but does not say anything else, looking down to the skullless man “Maybe I can’t judge.”
“You disagree? How else do you think I’d get the weapon with the most kills to its name in known history?
“I mean, I’m insane, but it makes it difficult to believe something phrase that way.” He takes out a knife, expertly removing the now dead warrior’s skull, and attaching it to their belt along with many others.
“Alright, yeah, I killed them. Every last one. That’s how I earned this gun here, the reaper’s shot.”
“Earned?” He says it like he disagrees, but does not say anything else, looking down to the skullless man “Maybe I can’t judge.”
“You disagree? How else do you think I’d get the weapon with the most kills to its name in known history?”
“I don’t doubt the weapon, I doubt the user. Though it doesn’t matter.” He continues looking around the dome “Hmm.” He see Jason, eating a sandwich in the distance “Who is he?”
“I mean, I’m insane, but it makes it difficult to believe something phrase that way.” He takes out a knife, expertly removing the now dead warrior’s skull, and attaching it to their belt along with many others.
“Alright, yeah, I killed them. Every last one. That’s how I earned this gun here, the reaper’s shot.”
“Earned?” He says it like he disagrees, but does not say anything else, looking down to the skullless man “Maybe I can’t judge.”
“You disagree? How else do you think I’d get the weapon with the most kills to its name in known history?”
“I don’t doubt the weapon, I doubt the user. Though it doesn’t matter.” He continues looking around the dome “Hmm.” He see Jason, eating a sandwich in the distance “Who is he?”
He looks over. “Oh, that’s just some guy. Don’t fight Him though. I was sent here originally to kill a kid he’s protecting, didn’t, and decided to stick around.”
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*Anyone at all really, even the duck.*
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.)
*hmm, let’s go with Varavothim.*
Varavothim, (the elf cowboy assassin guy) is watching the newcomer from a distance. His gun, the reaper’s shot, is aimed for its head. (This is the guy with perfect aim)
*Oh yeah, I've got a cowboy guy now too*
The Hunter raises an eye to them, the sign of madness and countless bodies evident in their eyes. They point their flintlock at them in return, and fire a warning shot, a silver bullet flying through the air. To hit:31+6 (Not gonna roll damage because its a warning shot)
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.)
That would hit, but as it’s a warning shot it fires just next to his ear. He doesn’t flinch. Grinning, he fires his own warning shot, the bullets he fires not made of any known material.
to hit: 37 +123
(to be clear, this ungodly accuracy shot expends a resource, being the extra dice at the end, he gets them back over the course of rounds and usually adds them to damage)
The Hunter doesn't move, the bullet sliding right by them as they can tell the Hunter makes a matching grin under the mask. They holster their flintlock after blowing the smoke off of it.
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.)
Varavothim does the same thing, but keeps his hand on it in case the Hunter does anything hostile.
They speak, their voice rough and leaking madness "This is the combat dome yes? So much prey to hunt."
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.)
“Sure is,” he says. “You have pretty fair aim.”
"As you are yourself, hunting you would be fun." For a split second, he twitches before taking a deep breath "I won't though."
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.)
“If you tried, you’d get six bullets in your head… but enough of that, I’m Varavothim.”
"I only go by the Hunter. Nice to meet you Varavothim. One day... we may see the validity of your claim."
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.)
He chuckles. “That’ll be fun. Where are ya from?”
“Old Yharnam. You?” He asks, a warrior trying to stab him while he isn’t looking. His arm shoots out with unnatural speed and shatters their neck.
“Some old town a few hundred miles north of here. Doesn’t matter anymore, they all died in a…” he rests his hand on his flintlock. “Horrible, horrible, definitely not gun related accident.”
*Cut*
“I mean, I’m insane, but it makes it difficult to believe something phrase that way.” He takes out a knife, expertly removing the now dead warrior’s skull, and attaching it to their belt along with many others.
“Alright, yeah, I killed them. Every last one. That’s how I earned this gun here, the reaper’s shot.”
“Earned?” He says it like he disagrees, but does not say anything else, looking down to the skullless man “Maybe I can’t judge.”
“You disagree? How else do you think I’d get the weapon with the most kills to its name in known history?
“I don’t doubt the weapon, I doubt the user. Though it doesn’t matter.” He continues looking around the dome “Hmm.” He see Jason, eating a sandwich in the distance “Who is he?”
He looks over. “Oh, that’s just some guy. Don’t fight Him though. I was sent here originally to kill a kid he’s protecting, didn’t, and decided to stick around.”