Another fat man walks into the stands.
HEY WHAT HO, CHAPS. INSERT OFFENSIVE SENTINENT HERE, WOT WOT.
Recieve DD.
You get your dd at the beginning of the next episode.
She joins you in your room while you listen to a rather strange mix of music.
(Huh, never though that'd actually work. Thought you'd have her call the cops on me 
Offer drink. Engage small talk.
Audience actions are straight RTD 1-6. You rolled 5. And you just rolled another.
You engage in witty banter with the woman, regaling her with amusing anecdotes and humorous observations. She appears to like you quite a bit.
Open up the Fan-made DMR wiki. Look at the article for the Olympian suit.
Basically the same as the Athlete and contestant suit, but more powerful and with added capacities. Looks cooler too.
BUT YA WON'T GET ANY MORE OUT OF ME THEN THAT!
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?
Other contestants' hair.
Bug Cromwell about his belly, remark on similarities. Gnaw on furniture.
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)
You alternate between poking Masta's injuries, sniffing his hair and chewing on a table. Quality.
Collect weasel shit, in order to sell it to the audience later during a match.
I'm starting to wish we'd left some mouse traps around for just this sort of occasion.
Shit collected.
Doomblade187- 7 DD
Show up in my apartments, having climbed out of the sewers three blocks away. Watch TV. ((No need to post an actual response to this action, as this is to keep my character active-ish and alive in-game. Out of curiosity, though, how do you roll for audience members with no character sheets? Do you just give them blank slates with no bonuses/maluses?))
Straight rtd, no bonus, no negative. Figured it was best.
Purchase the needed parts to un-hollow my chest, then take Kriellya's finger off my shelf, and set it over my bed and take a nap.
Alright so you need a stomach and an intestine (we'll say small and large is one thing). Doesn't really matter which you go for here, both will extend your life long enough to work on getting the second one. We'll assume you spend
5 TOKENS ON AN ARTIFICIAL STOMACH!
For the sake of our benevolent bookkeeper.
Now the question, the one I've been waiting for, is "How ya gonna get that organ in there, friend?"
Incite universal heat death.
((Yay, a challenge. I wonder what it is.))
EDIT: Mason looks down to read the challenge. "It would be in your best interests to leave me alone for the moment." He remarks to the other contestants.
PM action sent
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.
Mason, Katana in hand, calmly walks up behind Magarth. The Silvery fibers on the right arm of the suit sudden bulge outward, like some sort of perverse alien musculature, and his arm jerks upward in a casual diagonal slash so fast that the people around him only notice it because of the hellish hiss the blade makes as it cuts through the air. When they look over at the two men, they see Mason standing there, his Katana crackling with electricity and the hexagonal patterns across the blade slowly growing outward in crystalline formations. Magarth turns to see what the ruckus is behind him and suddenly finds himself on the ground. He looks around, confused, only to find his left leg is still just standing where he was a second ago, and whats left of his thigh is now spurting blood all over the floor.
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