Location: Nutcracker Show>We periodically host a web-based battle royale that can include anything and anyone. Shenanigans ensue, and some people attempt to write it into semi-coherent narratives, playing the part of the characters within!Check here for additional details:https://rentry.org/HungerGamesHostingGuideUpdatedhttps://brantsteele.com/hungergames/>Previous thread: >>25255537
I feel bad for Mahiro.
>>25272322All things considered... I feel okay, now. Almost.
>>25272322Watch out.>She delivers a warning far too late, and delivers a swift, brutal kick.
>>25272322>Luna Child ineffectively kicked the nasty-looking pest in her wake with her slipper.It's too tough. Oh no.
>>25272322Of course that little sinner would immediately strike me down after tirelessly trying to make all these people more wholesome!Now I now I made the right choice giving up on these ungrateful bastards!
That's a lot of red.
>>25272322My collection must grow.>>25272330>Uguu.
>>25272330>Spamming magical beams doesn't result in a cool beam struggle.
>>25272330*HRGLBLRGH-*>Fairies were suffering from poor constitutions.
>>25272347Burp.
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>>25272354>Ooga booga.>>25272364>Guess that answers that.
>>25272365Ready. Steady.
Lonk from Pennsylvannia wins.
>>25272373>I thought for sure it would be another case of frenzy self-termination.>Congratulations.>And thank you.
>>25272373Thank you, and congratulations.
>>25272330>The Angel Lamp. Its power came only from drawing in the light. The light from the wand of the Witch was, in and of itself, strictly and concisely, power. The more Power she threw out, the more Power the Angel Lamp could take.>(did that even make sense? Wake hoped it did, and so the belief made it make sense)>But the Lamp could only take so much. If it could just take and take and take, the Power would be taken away. The story needed balance. Fairness. Tension. Stakes and rewards... and punishments.>The swirling, green glow of the magic light swirled and pulsed in the Lamp. But Wake didn't know how to control it- it wasn't just a light, after all- so when he tried to unleash it back out, tried to win, to survive... the magic surged out and around both Writer and Witch, rippling and swirling and raging.>The last thing Wake remembered was the heat burning through his eyes.
>>25272373>Thanks for hostingggg.
>>25272373His time is finally herehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLnMHnmhxiQThank you
>>25272373Thanks for hosting... And congrats to that sinner Lonk.>Mahiro takes a bow
>>25272379>>25272381>>25272383>>25272386>>25272393>Thank you all for playing.
>>25272373>Thank you.
>>25272397>You're welcome.
>>25272373So yeah, that's about it. See ya.>Gratzthx,
>>25272406Same to you.
>>25272373Well shit. Thanks for hosting, and if Lonk was from Pennsylvania, he would've said "PA" instead
Lurk check
>>25275233>Air shows sure are loud...maybe one day I'll attend one properly.
>>25275233>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkktyOA06NQ(To those with interest toward continuing their journeys in a city doomed to a sea of madness, the opportunity rises.)
>>25276271>Mmm. The interest is there, but I may be on the glacial side.
(Reply at will.)>>25276333>You got the box of shells.>From the way over, the visitor's path led him treading over a pair of tiles bolted over the cobbles, pointing toward the covered stairway whilst depicting a symbol resembling a gold key. His descent confirmed his suspicions, left standing face-to-face with a roughly one point seven metre rectangular crate of bolted metal incongruent to almost the entirety of its surroundings, its trappings inelegantly propped against the boarded up entry to a small domus. A symbol of composited triangles flashed luminescent red on each of its visible broad sides, signifying a danger agnostic to their finer meaning. >From the left of this vantage, an additional box of shells lay upon the step of a stairway leading uphill into a soffit supporting much of the remaining town's pinnacle, looking as if it had been dropped in a hurry from its unstable footing. Just beyond this container was positioned a secondary steel crate, smaller than the first by half yet sharing in the same flashing symbol and construction.>https://youtu.be/iEZO1ZPxhQI?t=10>To the right stood the base of a tower which connected to those same upper reaches, something curious sitting upon its median pathway as it overlooked collections of rubble and partially-sunken rooftops, listing in the waves. Sickly moans could be heard emanating from a source just out of sight in its adjacent alleyway.
>>25276640>Fortunately, much like any good FPSMan character, an MMOid has a highly convenient hammerspace inventory.Who just leaves something like this out in the open? Absolutely stupid.>Actually, he saw red and assumed it was just an explosive, but that symbol gives him suspicions that a quick once-over with his datapad scanner confirms.>Wait, hold on, noise. He overrides the impulse to jerk his head in that direction, willing himself instead to react calmly, stowing the datapad and instead palming a cylindrical object as he gets a rather bad feeling about this. >But he moves to investigate all the same, albeit first by going up towards the tower.
>>25277132>Carefully striding through the detritus to the tower's base revealed the latest artifact to be some form of body armour in green, lying neatly upon a disembodied wood support beam on its side. Constructed in a fashion far more contemporary than its surroundings like the containers of metal before, the cuirass appeared virtually pristine, not a scratch or deformation upon its sculpted abdomen or protruding shoudler pads.>Beyond it, a series of makeshift structures could be readily seen from where the scholar stood, connecting multiple rooftops leading to a resting figure dressed in colours suspiciously similar to the armour...
>>25277132>>25277242>Yet further inquiries would soon come under contest, for the moaning from the alleyway intensified as its source made themselves known. One by one, the ambient emaciated silhouettes of what could had once been the town's inhabitants shambled into the open, revealing impossibly sun-dried forms naked and all but unrecognizable through what must had been foulest sorcery.>In total, this mob of walking dead numbered four, the back-most individual's upper torso so disfigured as to resemble a leathery balloon on legs. It pulsated. >Their combined path took them toward the footsteps of the tower.
>I uh, I may have severely underestimated how occupied I would really be. Very, very bad timing on my part.>>25277242Bronze?>It would explain the green, if it isn't just paint. But why would they just leave it out and about?>Something to inspect for later...as is that fellow over there. That is not the posture of a man simply sleeping. And he's pretty sure he can hear the reason why.>>25277250What in the stars...>He's seen some cursed abominations of science and sorcery, but even the ones that malinger on Korriban and Dromund Kaas aren't so...wretched-looking.>The bloating...gases, perhaps, or an outrageous amount of pus. He certainly doesn't want to be near it when it pops. Even in the best-case scenario he'd be cleaning his robes out for a week. More importantly, the question; if they're already alerted to him, or if they're just so happening to wander along this way. If it's the latter, he'd like to know why, so...>He simply reaches out in to the Force, and reduces his presence by [Clouding the Minds] of anything that looks his way to make him look either less a threat, or perhaps even less extant at all (note: this is not the intended use of this skill ingame, but it makes sense in context). And then moves to the far corner of the tower to be as far as possible from the quartet.
>>25277862>AUTO SUCCESS>It wouldn't be certain if these shambling husks still had any minds to cloud versus the possibility of existing as some malign force's macabre puppets, yet attempts to evade their notice appeared successful, their route stopping short of the tower itself to loiter near the hazardous metal container.>Turning the corner brought the inquisitive scholar under the cover of the structure itself: if he couldn't see them, clearly the converse was true...>Yet wait! Camping near the top of the staircase, yet another cursed denizen stood gormless in its awful glory, sufficiently close that the interloper beheld its dried-out eyes, seized in their sockets, face to face with he.>A curio in glass lay at the corner of the raised entry cresting the stairs, but the withered terror appeared to be reaching for something on its seemingly possession-free person, giving only a moment to act on either.
>>25277923>Hey, if it works on droids...there's more to this section than he was inspecting. There doesn't really seem to be much rhyme or reason at a glance to how any of this place is built, and not even in the "city building up upon itself" way. He was musing over that oddity before he realizes what's violating his personal space, or at least his extended personal space.Tch.>Oh, no you don't, he knows a furtive gesture when he sees it. So much for being subtle, but one gets used to being a trouble magnet.>Raising a hand, he focuses contempt for this miserable creature before him in to a fine weapon indeed; lancing out from each of his fingertips is a bolt of lightning that he unceremoniously blasts the undead with! That thing on the ground can wait.
>>25277961>The zombified creature would shudder in place with vigour before it fell onto the tiled ground with force! Regardless, the wretch continued clinging to its perversion of life, subtle movements indicating mere incapacitation in the moment.
>>25277968I suppose I should've expected some unworldly vigor.>There may be some specific trick needed to disposing with them properly.>...But he has no desire to find that out just yet, and he's certainly not walking over there to stab it and risk the thing getting up.>He flicks his fingers, and simply attempts to fling it in to the water with the Force, akin to sweeping it away with a great, big hand.
>>25277978>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DroVubuGaGk>With a muffled splash, the beleaguered body would vanish beneath the waves never to reemerge, leaving the air smelling of strong alkaline for a brief interval.>Flooded buildings extended out into the horizon below, forming backdrop to the only object of note remaining upon the floor beside the sorcerer himself: a glass pot containing reddish liquid faintly visible beneath its grime-encrusted exterior, sealed shut by a lid of cork like it were an oversized vial. >Moans of the unearthly walking dead continued to resonate from the flanking alleyway, though this time the source appeared to be coming from a position somewhat above the inquisitive scholar.
(Incurring posting difficulties. Possibly wise to rest for the night while waiting for next update.)
>>25278020>His mask may filter the worst of it out, but I'm sure it's picked up on some level. Strange. Not exactly pleasant.>Hearing the commotion above him, he instinctively elects to press his back up against the wall as he procures the datapad once more to inspect the overblow jar. If they didn't hear the lightning bolt, they're simply not paying attention to noise, so....>Well. He's sure he could handle it even if they did, but there's no sense in egging them all on needlessly.>>25278032>That...may be for the best. Sorry about how slow it was especially at the start. Sheer hubris on my part....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHJqJ0mG9OE
>>25278052>It likely wouldn't be in his best interest to attempt any swimming within the local vicinity...>Detailed analysis of the pot's contents indicated a liquid choke full of nutrients, stimulants, and other helpful "ents" and "ants" which together were uniquely disposed towards the repair of tissue->Or, just about the polar opposite of the surrounding seas in function.
>>25278052>>25281399>Subsequently following upon the latest moans would bring the sorcerer's attention to the rooftops of the adjacent houses making the nearby alleyway, from which another rail-thin victim stared him down. It shuddered.
>>25281399>>25281408>Ah, shoot.At least there's something around here not designed to kill you.>It's no bacta, but it'll do...even being comparable to kolto would be a great boon, assuming the comparison can be made. Now, if only he had some bottles-.....>He stops moving. Instead, he elects to stare the creature down from across the way. See if it can even register him from here. He's not going to be able to slink around ALL of these at this rate, though he's not convinced it's truly worthy of doing such slinking anyways. He just doesn't want to raise an unnecessary fuss.
>>25281786>Ambiguity on whether the rotting horror noticed the disturbance would be shed... Alongside a section of its entrails! >https://litter.catbox.moe/g7l2ndkkpdgnsnp3.ogg>Reaching into its contracted midsection, the husk tore out a chunk of its own leathery body to hurl the interloper's way with an unnatural strength at odds with its gangly figure.
>>25281876What the-ungh!>Right in the chest, thudding him against the wall and leaving him more than a bit riled up under the hood. That...stung. He shakes his head.>Alright, that's it. Fool him once, can't be fooled again. Once more, he reaches out with his hands...>But not to play the part of Zeus. This time, the hand clenches in to a squeezing grip, conjuring a dark cloud of energy around the zombie, malingering and crushing upon it with an unnatural heaviness.>...Which is to say, this is an initial hit of physical (Kinetic) damage, with a follow-up DoT. DoT has a...one-quarter chance to deal double damage per instance.
>>25282004>This combative carcass would convulse before toppling over backwards upon the shingles, sliding off the roof and into->0-3; The streets, a dull thud barely audible against the sea, leaving the zombie paralyzed for as long as the damaging effect disrupted control over its cursed form.>4+; The drink like the last, its state seemingly no protection against the caustic waters as they claimed it in three red seconds.
>>25282125>All the more proof that this water is...perhaps not water. He's not going to exactly reach down there and get a handful to check.>...Buut, speaking of that, he may as well nurse that bruise of his. He might have some unholy prowess to do exactly that, but...well...his certainly just-scientific curiosity demands.>Let's see if we can uncork this damned bottle and get a scoop of this thing.
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