KaruminYou grab the hairiest forearm you can find and do your best to pick the guts off of it before diving through the hole. You use your telekinesis to compress the air below you and try to form a sort of cushion while tearing chunks of meat out of the arm with your teeth. You pass right through the cloud you created and keep falling. You've only got enough time to wince before slamming into the ground below at fatal velocity.
[YOU ARE DEAD]Female [DATA CORRUPTED]
Status: Dead. Very Flat
Equipment: Forearm (now mush)
Abilities: None.
You step back into the room you were in before and wait for the man to reach you. It takes a while, and you end up falling asleep in the far corner of the room in the meantime. When you wake up, the man is standing over you quietly. His head is pale and shapeless, with no facial features or hair, and he's much too tall for a normal human being. Though he has no eyes, he appears to be staring at you. He's clutching a sheet of plain white paper in one hawkish fist and a briefcase in the other. He hands you the sheet wordlessly. It has a short message has been scrawled upon it:
When you look back up he is offering a small pen expectantly. You reluctantly take the pen and wonder if you have a choice. When you look back at the page it has a different message written on it:
Male Human
Status: Healthy. Disturbed.
Equipment: Dimensional Cloak [Unlimited Carrying Capacity], Bone-White Exoskeleton [+1 Defence], Plasma Scythe, Piece of Paper, Pen
Abilities: OAHMIGAWDWUTISTHATT!!1! [1 Turn Charge; 3 Turn Cooldown]
You hit the ground rolling, coming up into a low crouch, and look around to find yourself on a large beach. A giant crab emerges from the sand and walks up the shore, but upon noticing you it squares itself and emits a low gurgle before clacking its claws menacingly. It doesn't approach you or make any more threatening gestures, but remains in a defensive stance, likely wary of another creature's presence in his territory.
Male Cyborg
Status: Healthy. Life Flashing Before Eyes.
Equipment: Black Synthetic Duster, Two Plasma Arm Cannons, Energy Blade, Poker Chips, Ace of Hearts
Abilities: Cyborg (Passive) [+1 Endurance, +1 Agility, +1 Intelligence]
The deck of the airship rocks steadily beneath your boots as the two lizardmen eye you warily, their hands resting nervously on their primitive slug-throwers.
Male Aristocrat
Status: Healthy. Amused.
Equipment: Dress Suit, Top Hat, Kinetic Pistol (crafted in the likeness of a contemporary matchlock sidearm), Ebony Cane-Sword
Abilities: Well-Dressed (Passive) [+1 to Charisma]
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Topic: Anomaly Deathmatch (Read 3912 times)