Roll: 1
Alexander tries to mitigate the burning he feels from the sun by becoming a native of Tatooine. He gets as far as setting a second sun in the sky before his plan disintegrates under the doubled intensity of light pouring into his room. His skin begins to sunburn even under the blankets. Any exposed skin begins to actually blister at this point. Panicked, any thoughts of plans or events beyond escaping the damning light flee from Alexander’s mind.
Roll: 3
Darek walks quickly up the steps to face his fate. His “never be bullied” passion kicks in while mom is lecturing him about doing chores properly, and he yells back. A heated argument ensues, while Darek tries to clean the water with a Spongebob. His incessant giggling doesn’t help matters, and his father gets into the conversation on his mother’s side. Looks like Darek is going to be grounded for the week, with extra chores on top.
Goal: Apologize to mother.
Roll:5
Annie sleeps deep and dreamlessly, and awakens the next morning full of energy. She begins bustling about the house, intent on cleaning, finishing several letters to the editor, and maybe even applying for that school crossing guard position she has her eye on. Or starting a daycare for the underprivileged!
Roll: 1
Starn realizes something is terribly, terribly wrong - with the curtains. He fiddles and adjusts them just so, but he can never get them to hang exactly right. Perhaps it’s the ties. The knots might need to be bows? Starn is distracted by the arrangement of movies in the entertainment stand, and begins sorting frantically, all while an inner voice screams deep inside: “Get out!”
When Sam reenters the room, Starn looks up and panics: “You aren’t Sam!” He exclaims. “I mean you are, but you aren’t.” His horror grows. “You aren’t the Sam I know. What have you done with him?! Who are you? WHO ARE YOU?!” AS Starn stares, Sam’s clothing appears to change quickly, from one outfit to another in rapid succession. His hairdo, the angle of his chin, the shade of his eyes all seem to alter, too, until Sam becomes nearly unrecognizable, though in some way, still the same.
Roll:5
Jack scores a low blow to his nemesis, ending the argument with cold, hard facts, delivered to the brain the quickest way possible - through the genitals. The man acknowledges Jack’s superior debating skills by bowing forward, hands resting firmly on the very point Jack last scored. Jack’s papers flutter out of the man’s grasp, and are his to collect. He does so quickly, and scampers off into the night, secure in this one small victory against the forces of Secrecy, Control, and Oppression.
Roll:1
I … Am … STAN! Stan concentrates with all his might on this one fact, but it fails to deliver. In fact, he begins to doubt this one hard truth. Is he? Is he really? All he knows is the pain. This is terrible. Banish it away, banish it away. The more Stan tries to deny the pain, the firmer it’s grip on him becomes. Pain has become the center of this person’s world and the light by which he sees.
Goal: Gain metaphysical control over the illusory reality. Like Neo, except STAN.
Roll:5
Jeremy takes several deep, shuddering breathes. “Okay. Calm down, that was years ago, and I was on the job. I saved hundreds of people with my work.” Jeremy concentrates on remembering the positive things he saw, took part in, and caused. It helps. Before long, the memory of the apparition loses it’s hold on him, and he feels stronger, better. This happened. It was horrible, but it is over, and it hasn’t destroyed all that is good.
Salsacookies
Roll:1
Joseph enters Freddies Fine Diner and asks to see the manager about the dishwasher job. He is told to wait, and sits at the counter. A coffee is placed by his elbow and he is left alone while the diner life goes on about him. A light flickers somewhere in Joseph’s peripheral vision.
Then another flickers. No, it isn’t the lights. It is some indistinct figure, passing between Jospeh and the lights, but somehow always staying out of direct sight. Joseph’s heart begins to race. Not one figure, but two, three, several, and they flit into sight, darting around the customers, drifting between the staff members, and disappearing into the kitchen, or emerging from it. They are dark, but They go unnoticed by all, except Joseph. As his horror grows, he sees a figure approach, a figure that appears to be at the center of these dark beings’ activity, a figure from which and to which each of them seems to go. A portly man, grease stained and balding, the green smoke of Greed, Sin, and Decay pours out of his mouth, his nose, and his eyes. He looks at A stricken Joseph, and he smiles.
Joseph flees, throwing napkin holders and dirty dishes at the figure, screaming, shouting, or muttering, he can’t tell. Perhaps all the noises are in his head, at this point, and nothing comes out his mouth. None of this seems to faze the figure, who just comes on, slowly. Joseph finds himself fin the kitchen, where he upends carts, scatters dishes, and tips a pot of soup, anything to get some distance between him and the consuming beast. He throws some cloths onto the fryer, where they burst readily into flames, buying him enough time to escape out the back door, past a filthy dumpster, and into the alley beyond. HE runs, not looking back at all until he is blocks away, too afraid to find that some of the strange shadows had followed him this far.
Roll:6
Ed runs inside, calling his kids’ names, but no one responds. Angry, scared, and uncertain, Edward dashes back and forth through all the rooms of the house, yanking open closet doors and tossing their contents out, hoping to find his kids. He overturns beds, pulls the sofa away from the wall, and even tips over the computer desk, hoping they were there. They were not. They got them! They got to her, and she took them to Them! His parents! Were they safe? Did they know? Were They coming for them too?
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