Sit down and watch the telly. Try to find some reruns of DMR.
"So, Cromwell, what finger combination did you use to shoot the acid?"
Clever girl, trying to scout the competition so to speak, but no dice. Instead, have
this"It's healthy, okay," Tsafi cried in an anguished voice, seated at the kitchen table amidst a scattered pile of food coupons, "And it fits in our budget- unlike that triple-cheese monstrosity I had to pay for the last time I let you two order your own dinner!" He sighed, slumping forwards in his seat as doors slammed in unison elsewhere in the house.
That could have gone better. Oh well, at least he had the living room to himself for now, while his sisters were off sulking.
>Chuck a couple slices of pizza on a plate, lounge in front of the TV watching past DMR re-runs as I eat.
Take note of what sort of game modes and challenges have proven most popular in the past, and check out whatever info is displayed on the available equipment.
((Huh, I'd actually written this post about finding reruns, couldn't post it due to my internet acting funny, and then finally loaded the page to see NAV doing the same thing. How suspicious...))
Here we go.Name: Mason Caldwell
Description: A middle-aged male with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a slightly muscular build and his whole body is covered with scars, a testament to the hard life he has lived.
Reason for signing up: He wants to be a Magister, to have all the power that comes with the position.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:3
Dexterity:3
Endurance:15
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:1
Inventory: Replacement leg, replacement hand, Katana/saw-saber sword, Athlete suit. Also, that first aid kit from Kriellya's corpse.
Read that piece of paper that was in the case. Also, check the sword for buttons. Then go watch TV with the others.
The piece of paper in the case reads as follows:
"Greetings contestant and congratulations on purchasing your very own Athlete's suit. The Athlete's suit, like the contestant's suit, is designed to increase your chances of survival in the game. It runs on charges, much like the Shackle, however, these charges are renewed at the beginning of each new episode. The suit has two capacities: Defense and offense. Defense mode is passive and is always active, while offensive mode requires your input. Defense mode allows the suit to protect you from harm as long as it has the charges to do so, and the force isn't too great. Offensive mode gives a temporary boost to your physical capacities such as strength, speed and dexterity, but only lasts for a short period of time. Use your charges wisely."
The sword has two buttons.
Walk into the audience all hulking and stuff. Hog space on the seats.
Name: Xon
Description: He looks exactly like Xen, only buff.
Reason for signing up: No one knows, he just kinda showed up on set at some point.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:15
Dexterity:1
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:3
Not even allowed in yet, Xon. Xon?
Walk in all hulking and stuff. Hog space on the couch.
Name: Xon
Description: He looks exactly like Xen, only buff.
Reason for signing up: No one knows, he just kinda showed up on set at some point.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:15
Dexterity:1
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:3
Walk in.... where?
I would just like to take the opportunity to remind the contestants of the new RANDOM option on the vending machine. Please use it, so we can laugh at you
Go look up a list of past challenges that have been used on the show (ones from before the current 'season' are fine)
You guys are really trying to get a peak at the future. Why ruin the surprise?
Invite that cute girl from down the hall to come join me.
She joins you in your room while you listen to a rather strange mix of music.
Go run around the audience, pooping on chairs and stealing fallen popcorn.
Great. Now there's weasel droppings everywhere.
Collect people's hair. Try to snort it.
Name: Wasted Bastard
Description: A guy who's so thin that his bones show, and his hips form a bowl in which stuff can be held. His stringy greasy hair is falling out in chunks, but reaches down to his lowest rib. His eyes bulge out like nothing you've ever seen, and dart this way and that without end. He's coated in a blue crystalline powder, probably from rolling in some drugs like a cat with catnip.
Reason for signing up: Out of money for drugs and food and rent, so need, like, 20 bucks to make it this month.
Stats:
Strength: 1 (wish this could be 0 for the auto fail)
Dexterity: 11
Endurance: -8 (I mean, 1)
Speed: 2
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 10
Will: 1
Perception: Negative infinity (1)
Random people on the street?
Beirus' shackle beeps.