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[spazyak]

Items for the pill:

• steel nails
• gas mask
• The wh40k figures
• swiss army knife
• Various framed photos hanging on the wall
  

Bob: A plain looking man with a red shirt and jeans. Has brown eyes and brown hair. Caucasian
untimely death I have this: Tried to play Russian roulette with a 9 mm hand gun, didn't end well.

edited.

[renegadelobster]

"A pocketknife. Useful. I'll put this over here for now."

Spoiler: If we need more players (click to show/hide)

Name: Billy
Description: He's got thick eyebrows, squinty eyes, and built like a brick shit house.
How did you get here?: He bet his friend Bobby he could wrassle a gator and pin it. Turns out, he couldn't.

Pill items:
A camp backpack
Nerf shotgun
Sewing machine
Stun flashlight
A business card for "Demonic Enterprises"

Heh. Oops. Fixed now

[thegamemaster1234]

ME PLS.

Name: Nugget
Description: It's literally just a chicken.
How did you get here?: Ground into food. Not even very good food.
PILL HERE: Plush turret, LASER POINTER (gift)

Forgetting three items?

[Egan_BW]

ME PLS.

Name: Nugget
Description: It's literally just a chicken.
How did you get here?: Ground into food. Not even very good food.
PILL HERE: Plush turret, LASER POINTER (gift)

Forgetting three items?

No.

[endlessblaze]

((k I'm back what did I miss? I was sick and my internet was down))

[Hiddenleafguy]

"Not much, I'm playing now."

[piecewise]

Ok, if you are one of the players for the next round, post the items for your pill. If we don't have our 8 here by monday ANYONE WHO POSTS 8 ITEMS FOR A PILL will be put in.

Hence the eight-item pills

damn it



OUR PLAYERS!

ME PLS.

Name: Nugget
Description: It's literally just a chicken.
How did you get here?: Ground into food. Not even very good food.
PILL HERE: Plush turret, LASER POINTER (gift)

(Changes made.)

Spoiler: Have someone for the arena! (click to show/hide)

Name: Billy Hellzel Jayson (Yes that IS his full name)
Description: A Skinny White male with blue eyes, Grey hair, and large amounts of scars over his body.
How did you get here?: Fell down the stairs at a hospital, into a box of used Syringes, Nearly overdosing before being ripped limb from limb and eaten by a hoard of Drug crazed Patents.

Spoiler: Contents of a Pill (click to show/hide)

The god Lurker
The skeleton of a police officer, filled with arrows and syringes
A Hatefully commenting Magic-8-ball
A box of used syringes
2 & 1/2 Fluffy wamblers in a plastic bag

Not pre-empting, am I?


CHARACTER:
Name:Tristemphus Shandy
Description:A thing, rakish man, given to spouting bonne mots and witticisms at all occassions, but entirely shallow and lacking in compassion, human fellow feeling or wisdom. Having claimed on the day of his marriage that it was the best mistake he would ever make, he later found this to be an equally superficial yet arresting blonde at his dancing class named Babs.
How did you get here?: Stabbed during marital dispute; kitchen knife through left ventricle.


JUNK:
 
Gin and Tonic
Camera
The head of a lizard (extinct)
Urn with ashes of Nikola Tesla
Saxophone

Edited and fixed, slithering in complete and validated.

Items for the pill:

• steel nails
• gas mask
• The wh40k figures
• swiss army knife
• Various framed photos hanging on the wall
  

Bob: A plain looking man with a red shirt and jeans. Has brown eyes and brown hair. Caucasian
untimely death I have this: Tried to play Russian roulette with a 9 mm hand gun, didn't end well.

edited.

"A pocketknife. Useful. I'll put this over here for now."

Spoiler: If we need more players (click to show/hide)

Name: Billy
Description: He's got thick eyebrows, squinty eyes, and built like a brick shit house.
How did you get here?: He bet his friend Bobby he could wrassle a gator and pin it. Turns out, he couldn't.

Pill items:
A camp backpack
Nerf shotgun
Sewing machine
Stun flashlight
A business card for "Demonic Enterprises"

Heh. Oops. Fixed now

((I opened my present, by the way.))

• A flaming baseball bat covered in nails, barbed wire and razor blades
• Several disks, each containing an arc of thrilling intent.
• A copy of Aeisling the neck stabber, by Markus Velafi.
• A tv make entirely of leaves and wood, it seems to work.
• Portal gun, labeled “Property of Black Mesa. 42V batteries not included.”

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name:  Bobbers
Backstory:  Killed by his own mother in her drunken stupor.

Spoiler: Pill (click to show/hide)

Electrical Bill
Industrial strength 10 ft HDMI cord
Air horn
Box fan

PILL: Wooden Chicken Sculpture, The god Lurker, Claymore, Door which leads nowhere, NYARS baseball bat and a PDA.

OUR ARENA!

For the arena: castanets.

"Ah, so unfortunate. If only he had mooved it to the groove, he might have won. _{^{A couple more braincells wouldn't have hurt either.}}"

To the arena: Shadows.

I Throw in to the arena: A tied up Psychopathic Clown.

For the arena: a lot of ASCII characters.

I offer waste water from Atomic reactor. (Delightfuly blue with Cherenkov radiation)

Only problem is the generator I use for this is not accessible for the moment.

give me a bit, gotta get someone to send it to me

[Egan_BW]

"OOPS, GOTTA GO."
Lurker melts into the floor.

[crazyabe]

Crazicus Grabs Lurker, tears him apart, and throws him in the pile where he belongs.

"You Signed up to be in the pile, Now you get snorted, No Escaping."

Crazicus then Melts away into a Fog of Screaming Slime.

[piecewise]

OK, our powers are generated and sent out.

The arena is a large, circular room made out of what appears to be poured concrete. The roof is about 40 feet above you and there is a large crane looking contraption up there which appears to be designed to interact with the contents of the room. In the center of the room is a metallic lid, 30 feet in diameter and extremely tough looking. There's a black and yellow danger zone painted around the edge of it and there are all sorts of warnings plastered around the room. You can't read the language they're in, but they've got the signs for biohazard, radiation and industrial accidents.

You start on the edges of the room, evenly spaced apart from one another.

[mcclay]

Spoiler: Just shit my fuck up fam (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack Hackman
Description: Tall, weird, wears hoodies, one bad photoshop to being a shitty creepypasta character
Death: Slipped on a banana peel and fell into a trash compactor. gg.

[spazyak]

For pw's eyes only, but who am I to stop you, I'm not the internet police...go ahead

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Use pill power to slice at the nearest person in the throat before sprinting away

[renegadelobster]

Spoiler: Whee! (click to show/hide)

The two people closest to me, have their clothing crawl down their throats and strangle them. Wait, no. Better idea. Take control of as many people's clothes as possible. Puppet them about and have them fight whoever I couldn't control, or, each other if I can control all of them. Be sure to move behind some cover and not stand around like an idiot. Oh, and pledge myself to Ao. That won't end badly. Be sure to open and use Ao's mystery box.

[NJW2000]

Spoiler: conservation (click to show/hide)

To anyone who attacks me or comes near me: use a sperm whale. Bigger than blue one, you see. Unless they're 20 feet or less away, in which case blue whale.

If nobody attacks me immediately, use a sperm whale at the next-but-one person along.

After that, if I have time, pledge meself to L'opportuniste

"Good luck, my fellows, and just a heads up here, you'll have a flaming hard time bettering me! In fact, though I say it myself, you're pretty stuffed!"

[Egan_BW]

"Bawk!" *Concerned sounding warbling*

Spoiler: Don't look here if you isn't PW (click to show/hide)

Begin spewing lasers everywhere like a demented feathery discoball.
Pledge to The Hammerer.