((I really hope Allen's challenge meant no medical assistance for him only.))
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: 1 revolver with 6 shots
Go back to watching TV and wait to see if I get a challenge or if anybody asks for help with their challenge.
(HAHAHA. Good thing Kri just got a first aid kit. Wait...temporal paradox here. WILL get one. Yeah.)
You watch TvHonestly, I think TV in this world will just be whatever is in my youtube history. So...good luck with that. Hope I don't ruin your shining mental image of me as not an idiot.
Who am I kidding, right?
Larry laughs. "Too bad- it'd been an easy point for me. Good show, though!"
Find a tomato to crush with my new hand.
You find a can of tomato paste. GOOD ENOUGH! You crush it in and eventually put your fingers straight through it. Hmm, seems like your robo-hand isn't that much more powerful then a human one. Or rather, it's probably just as strong, but able to use all it's strength and not be damaged or tired by doing so. It's also now covered in tomato sauce, so thats cool.
Go take a walk. Go to the local pub, but take a detour, taking in the surroundings.
There's probably 1 or two more posts before the next episode starts, so you probably won't have time to do much.
Also there's a bar in the shopping center at the base of your apartment bloc. So the view is probably gonna be rather dull, unless you find a cramped hallway of garish neon signs and sweaty shopkeepers scenic.
"Mmmyeah. Blood. Nice."
Tsafi shifts in his seat. He's enjoying himself. A few taps of the remote bring him to a better camera angle showing the most blood and female figure, and he sits back with a slight, lazy grin, nursing his beer. ...And then has to quickly turn off the TV as the younger of his sisters enters the room.
"Tsafiiii," she begins in her whiniest, most annoying voice, "We're out of milk! And Frooty-Hoops! We're gonna be late for school!"
The scarred, semi-retired assassin sighs with the resignation of a reluctant parent, rubbing at his eyes with a knuckle and getting to his feet. "Alright, alright, calm down. I'll go get you some more boxed sugar. Go... do some colouring-in with your sister or something. Damnit."
>Go down to the shops in my pyjamas and get milk and breakfast cereal for my sisters, so they can get to school on time.
See what they day's like outside.
I'm keeping track of none of this. Your sisters are hallucinations for all I know. Nothing matters.
Consume.The day has a great view of brown clouds and a dull gleam of the binary sun above an endless gray landscape of kilometer or taller towers and superstructures.
"I hate my life."
Take the shirts off, and go do something for DD.
You want some DD? Find me a video mix tape I haven't seen. I dare you.
...TIME FOR FOOD.
Go crush something with the cannon and try to eat it.
You beat the can of tomato paste Larry just crushed with your cannon and then try to eat it. You chip a tooth on the metal.
Wake up. Fisticuff conformity police.
You wake up back home with no memory of what happened. You just have a big scar on your forehead and the sudden desire to buy government approved goods, procreate, do your government mandated job and then dispose of yourself in an incinerator once you turn 85.
I have no idea what's even happening right now.
People are in a room fighting, but apparently they can also go out onto the lawn to smash lawn ornaments?
I probably should've paid more attention to this thread.
(( Yeah, the players are in a room fighting. For some reason the audience members, who cannot do anything relevant except possibly earn money to bet, are also posting actions XD ))
I'm either gonna need to make a separate thread for them or just start dealing with them violently until a solution is reached. Violence is, of course, the more fun option.
Give two of the points over to Kriellya, and a point over to Navarro. Then shake their hands, or what's left of them.
HEAR THAT PEOPLE?! UPDATE YOUR SHEETS. You too paris, if you would be so kind, you wonderful man you.
Oh and Kriellya, after getting her points and her hand all bandaged up, promptly slaps allen in the back of the head. Her Shackle beeps and a First aid kit is deposited onto the slot on the vending machine! Yay! Well, yay for people on Her team. Rest of yous guys may be fucked.
Also, next episode starts monday.
Also I am a bit tired and loopy.
Thats all
Go away.
Shoo.
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