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[killerhellhound]

Srugging at the house that just fell on him Mark brushes some dust off and takes a bourd from the burnt down inn to wriht on

[Spinal_Taper]

"Oh, come on, guys. I'm sorry I intruded, but I didn't even know there was someone in here."
Look around for friends. Recall why we're in here, if not more friends.

[anailater]

"THE GODS PLAN AGAINST ME BUT THEY HAVE NOT YET REALIZED I AM THE TRUE GOD NOW PROVE ME WRONG OH MIGHT SMITERS!"
A bit of blasphemy, a bit of pink magic to try and make itself bigger and stronger, the usual.

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark shrugs at the building that just attempted to assassinate him, albeit poorly, and goes back to the burning inn to pull a board out of the ruins.

[Board roll: 1]

It seems that pretty much all of the boards are either mostly ash right now or quite blackened, which means they are about as black as Mark's charcoal. Well, that's kind of a pickle, to tell the truth. Why does doing anything always have to be an epic battle ranging across the many dimensions? It's getting quite irritating.


In a highly secure house...

Darren searches around for any ghostfriends to obtain and hug and enjoy the company of for ever and ever.

[Darren perception roll: ?]

Wait a minute, though. Something just occurred to him. If these are ghosts, why are there footsteps? Ghosts don't actually step anywhere! It's probably just some asshole around here. An asshole that seems to be on the first floor, no less. And scaring an asshole out of his digs is exactly what he is here to do! The band's fate depends on it!

Okay, maybe it's not that dramatic, but the point remains.


In a house of some sort...

Luke, feeling comfy and secure in his pink form, goes for a bit of blasphemy to spend the time.

"THE GODS PLAN AGAINST ME, BUT THEY HAVE NOT YET REALIZED I AM THE TRUE GOD! NOW PROVE ME WRONG, OH MIGHTY SMITERS!"

[Divine retribution roll: 4]

There is no response! Hah! This must mean that Luke really is the true god here! Those silly fools will taste his power yet!

[Pink magic roll: 2-1]

He becomes much, much smaller and weaker all of a sudden. And he seems to be getting flatter, somehow. Now he is about the size of a cartwheel, and he is continuing to shrink! Bummer!

[anailater]

"SO YOU GODS THINK YOU CAN PLAY DICE GAMES WITH MY FATE NO LONGER AM I BOUND BY YOUR RULES!"
Transcend the die, transcend my earthly chains, whip some god butt.
((I've got 2:1 odds I die horribly in the next 4 turns, anyone wanna guess?))

[Onyxjew944]

Find a butcher's shop nearby.

[killerhellhound]

I give it 3:1 odds that you die
Mark just goes gets Gamerlord and Tom and takes them to the temple that has a octopus outside and fixes Toms limbs

[Onyxjew944]

"SO YOU GODS THINK YOU CAN PLAY DICE GAMES WITH MY FATE NO LONGER AM I BOUND BY YOUR RULES!"
Transcend the die, transcend my earthly chains, whip some god butt.
((I've got 2:1 odds I die horribly in the next 4 turns, anyone wanna guess?))

I'm willing to bet with you on that one. Dealing with the gods doesn't end well when they actually respond.

[Spinal_Taper]

Go look for him.

[killerhellhound]

"SO YOU GODS THINK YOU CAN PLAY DICE GAMES WITH MY FATE NO LONGER AM I BOUND BY YOUR RULES!"
Transcend the die, transcend my earthly chains, whip some god butt.
((I've got 2:1 odds I die horribly in the next 4 turns, anyone wanna guess?))

I'm willing to bet with you on that one. Dealing with the gods doesn't end well when they actually respond.

Out of the 5 or so people to try I am the only one to get help from the gods and I got help twice 

[Harry Baldman]

In a house in Emlocke...

Luke keeps the happy blasphemy ball rolling with yet more inflammatory proclamations directed at the gods.

~SO YOU GODS THINK YOU CAN PLAY DICE GAMES WITH MY FATE? NO LONGER AM I BOUND BY YOUR RULES!~

He attempts to transcend something. It's what nascent gods are supposed to do or something, right?

[Intelligence roll: ?]

Shouldn't be too difficult. It's probably all a question of MORE POWER, as usual.

[Pink magic roll: 6-1]

He devotes all the power he has to stop the shrinking process, then gives it a little more! Hah! He is no longer shrinking! He has transcended momentary destruction!

Well, that's great, he supposes. Not being entirely dead feels kinda good and all. However, Luke does not quite feel up to beating up a god or anything just yet. He isn't even sure gods even have proper asses to kick, really. Or what good would it do to kick them, either. But in case he wants to, anyway, he is pretty sure he heard something about transcendence in one of the deeper corners of his mind. It's certainly an option, he believes.


In the streets of Emlocke...

Tom, now in the possession of a functional hand and sort-of functional legs, attempts to find a butcher shop in the area!

[Search roll: 3]

No such thing that he can see, unfortunately. However, there is a taxidermist's around here, judging by all the stuffed animals visible from the window.

Unfortunately, his musings on the contents of the shop are quite rudely interrupted by that ridiculous one-legged skeleton grabbing him and attempting to drag him back to the place where the octopus was so hideously murdered!

[Mark strength roll: 1]

Mark grabs and pulls Tom from behind in an attempt to take him by surprise! Tom, still somewhat unsteady on his improvised legs, responds by falling right onto the skeletal medicine enthusiast, then getting up and shaking his skull disapprovingly. Tom then goes about his business as Mark lies around in a generally humiliating fashion.


Inside a well-secured house...

Darren, suddenly conscious of his mission, starts to look harder for that silly guy he's supposed to scare off.

[Search roll: 3]

Okay, so he's most decidedly not on the second floor. And Darren's latest venture has proven that nobody's in the attic, either. So he has to be on the first floor. He floats downstairs and looks around. Nobody in immediate sight.

[Darren perception roll: ?]

And nobody around that he can hear. How mysterious.

[anailater]

"FIRST VOICE OF DESCRIBING REFER TO ME AS SPECTRUM LUKE IS NO MORE ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE IDEA I'LL KILL YOU LAST."
Search my mind young Spectrum, I know it to be true.

[Harry Baldman]

In a house of some kind...

The pink vortex formerly known as Luke, but now referred to only by himself as Spectrum decides to listen to idle voices in his head suggesting transcendence after breaking the impenetrable veil of what he believes to be his own personal narrative.

[Listening roll: 2]

Dang, it's all quiet now. How is the pink vortex formerly known as Luke supposed to get anywhere like this? Silly voices of insanity! Speak up!

[killerhellhound]

Mark gets up and leads Tom to the temple then fixes him up with the parts lying around

[anailater]

"VOICES IF YOU WISH TO EVER TALK AGAIN I SUGGEST YOU DO IT NOW, YOU ARE TRYING SPECTRUM'S ANGER."
Tell the voices to come back and then listen, mumble some hopefully magic words like Treguna. Macoides. Trecorum. Satis. Dee.
((I will give real home baked cookies to anyone who gets this reference))