THERE WILL BE A MAXIMUM OF SEVEN PLAYERS, BECAUSE SEVEN IS A NICE NUMBER. IF A PLAYER DIES AND IS NOT RESURRECTED FOR FIVE TURNS, A NEW SLOT IS OPENED. THIS PERMAKILLS THE OLD PLAYER.
This game is entirely too dangerous. Probably fun, but it's just not worth having my potential soul annihilated over a forum game. I'll just watch this, and help muddy up the list of suspects for the incoming police and soulpolice investigators.
ssssshhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH they haven't noticed I think
Turn OneDwarven Dick Detective v Dave D. Davidson
PUNCH WHOMEVER COMES IMIDEATELY AFTER ME IN FACE TO ESTABLISH SUPERIORITY
BITE THE DWARF WHO DARED PUNCH ME IN THE FACE ESTABLISH SUPERIORITY
The dwarf opens his eyes and quickly assessed his situation. He doesn't know this area. Therefore, he must not know about the people around him, and must go ahead and greet them in the only way he knows. Unable to punch a ghost, he decides to go for a nearby hydra. [4v2] The hit connects! Superiority is esta- [5v5] Superiority is contested! Dave rushes over to the dwarf with immense ferocity and attempts clasping their face with one of its numerous jaws, yet the dwarf gets away with only a few scratches on his chin.
Lady Mary Anjou
Sit up and take in surroundings.
[5] Good morning, sunshine! In case you are not aware, you are a ghost. The more you know! You do the best you can about sitting up with your current form regardless and take a look at what currently surrounds you.
You appear to be in a field of tall grass, with a small tree popping out of the ground maybe ten meters to the left. You haven't seen any of these before, actually! It's very short, so much that a dwarf could probably reach its crown, but its white-ish trunk is really, really thick.
From your right comes wind, which rustles the tall, dry grass softly. Above you, the crown of the tree obscures most of the vision, yet where it doesn't the light coming in is too bright to see anything else. Behind you, a dwarf and a hydra are having a scuttle. The ground itself appears to be rocking back and forth with their movements.
You appear to be clothed in tattered leather trousers, for whichever reason. So is everyone around you.
Kyle Johnson
Check iron pills. If none are left then just get up and stop that fucking wind.
[N/A] You have no inventory. Checking the iron pills would be pointless. [6] You focus your inner energy and stop the wind from coming. This appears to be working very well, and you are rather proud of yourself until the amassed pressure breaks the power of the spell you've put on it and sends you slamming against a tree trunk. [5] Besides a slight headache, you are unharmed by this ordeal.
Armork
GET UP
I WANT BLOOD! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
[N/A] New rule: No powers allowed at game entry. [4] You get up and shout "I WANT BLOOD! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!". This has little effect other than startling the various tall grass animals, who begin a swift retreat to locations filled with less angry berserkers.
Azol-Gathog
Absorb all nearby grease and grime.
[6] Without any ado, you begin doing what you are best at. You try absorbing grease, yet there is very little grease. Turning to grime instead, you find that dirt makes excellent grime and begin its absorption. Ten minutes and a meter deep hole later, you find yourself hitting wood. You don't think you can imagine how glad this wood is for finally being as clean as it should be.
GCat
Lick self.
[3] You lick yourself. This appears to have been long overdue, your fur is rather tangled at this point.
Spot/Listen Check:
[2] You don't notice anything of importance.
Status:Dwarf.
Punching a Hydra.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Scratched face.
Ghost.
Sitting in tall grass.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Hydra.
Contesting superiority.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Fairy.
Slammed against tree.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Slight headache.
Dabbling Aeromancer.God of Blood.
Demanding vital fluids.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Sponge.
Digging holes in soil.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Cat.
Licking self.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.