Roll: 1
Annie stands to leave, walks to the door, and freezes, hand on the push bar. Unable to move, emotion washes over her, tears trickling down her face. She can’t stop crying, and she doesn’t even know why. The traffic outside moves along at an orderly pace, and across the street, the park is being abandoned as darkness decends, parents gathering up their children, lovers strolling casually toward their cars, dogs being reigned in from chasing ducks. Annie shakes, seeing none of it.
Roll: 1
Starn throws the knife at the police officer, screaming. He slams the door and gasps, closing his eyes against the sudden change. It wasn’t real … it wasn’t real. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, imagining the world as it SHOULD be, then stands, aces the door, takes three quick breaths, and opens it. The officer is still there, weapon drawn and a look of fear and anger in his face. He shouts something, loud and repeatedly. The knife sticks out of the wall behind him. Then suddenly, it doesn’t. A hole remains where the knife was, though, and the officer’s tie is now blue, instead of black. Footsteps are heard on the stairs of the building, rushing toward this floor.
Roll: 1
Jack reaches for the jumpsuit, but his hand is drawn back to the paper. One more connection. And … there! A new clue! A pattern is developing. But where does it lead? The food, the water? Microwaves? Jack mutters. It’s there, just out of reach. It’s there! Why the Knicks? Ahah! A race of supersoldiers, being developed within the sports industry! Sports drinks, secretly tainted with growth serum to be tested on the populace! Mass human trials in the real world. They were creating monsters!
Roll: 5
The Nematode reaches. Time is a tricky thing, always sliding away, sometimes lingering, never fully known. The Nematode pulls the concepts of time and space from the illusion which intrudes on his being. The concepts stabalize, and structure for the illusion is achieved, though skeletal yet. Up, down, back, forward, left, right, past, and future are accepted as conceptual entities. Meanwhile, the sensations of the illusion move and flicker as before, though the sensations have changed in some unknown way.
Roll: 2
“Johnny Lang. 421 East Hart Street.” Jeremy follows this with the number to a burner phone he carried for this assignment, and leaves, satisfied that the investigation is starting to turn up some results. Memories of theft, graffiti, beatings, and smoky, drunken evenings with a volatile gang spoils the day. Jeremy goes home and broods, trying to cast the unpleasantness from him.
Roll: 3
Joseph screams. That almost counts as exhaling, right? But he is unable to flee, and his struggles are weak. The smoke engulfs him, and presses inward. And with it, voices, whispering, murmering, howling, demanding. They are dim yet, and too confused to make sense of, but they are pressing in …
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Topic: Insanity: Roll to Keep it Together (Read 33372 times)