Look for a table with people at it. Don't bet anything at all, there'se no way to really win at gambling unless you can get the odds in your favor. For all I know, there might not even be a luck roll. If looking won't help me, listen.
Arcodo wanders around for a while before eventually noticing an oddly familiar skeleton in the distance wrestling with a slick looking, bespectacled man.
Some weird rhomboid thing is lying on the table closest to them, making increasingly loud beeping noises that are making Arcodo feel like he can't even hear himself think.
He decides not to approach for now, as knowing Mr Bones' rep and his tendency towards making explosives it is likely to kill him.
I Drain the Life out of the Fleshy Asshole, And then hope his bones will be sharp enough to hack off his hand with later...
[5+2]Larry dashes towards the bone-missile guy, laying hands on him and channeling necromantic energies into his body- he violently thrashes and foams at the mouth before collapsing dead.
His corpse promptly rises up from the ground, skin tinted with the pallor of undeath.
Meanwhile, the assailant pinned under Larry's beetle wight has expired.
Fleshsculpter zombie minion gained
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends on your perspective) for Trier, the fleshsculpter with the crystal arrow lodged in his chest has been killed and zombified by Larry.
Maybe the crystal inside it can still serve a purpose if Trier gets creative.
The ground underneath Trier's feet starts writhing like it is alive.
A tendril larger than Trier unfolds itself from the tightly packed mess of blood and organic material next to him, bringing it's hulking weight down towards Trier.
[3]Trier manages to raise his arms to block, but soon realizes that isn't really going to do much. He is knocked to the ground and his arms are heavily cracked.
The tendril returns to the patchwork below and the writhing halts completely- looks like it went back to sleep.
Should be ok to move around now I guess. Get back to the hub then see if I can create a small familiar. A sparrow made of flame or so. Then command it to go through the gate, sit put for a few seconds then return.
[3+1]Crimson conjures a purple flame crow rather than a sparrow, commanding it to fly into one of the gates (you never specified which one, so I assume you want it to go through one you haven't been through) and it enters the East Gate. After a few seconds, it returns unchanged before dissolving into nothingness due to its purpose having been fulfilled.
Remove knife or just disconnect whatever bone it's in if it's in a toe or metatarsal.
Failing that; Summon indestructible refrigerator and hide inside it.
Failing both those, manipulate probability such that all the effects of the explosion just happen to miss me. Or at least my skull.
IF NONE OF THOSE WILL WORK, Tackle the guy and rattle in his face as we both go up in flame.
[2-1]The knife won't budge, and neither will Mr Bones', well, bone. In fact, Mr Bones has only managed to shove the blade deeper.
In sheer desperation, Mr Bones attempts summoning a resilient fridge around himself.
[6+1-1]Mr Bones is being protected by a large steel fridge that has spontaneously formed around him to act as armor against the explosion.
Mr Bones hears Holiday swearing very loudly, his voice becoming distant as he presumably sprints away(or maybe does one of those crazy leaps again?).
After a few seconds of louder and louder beeping from the outside, he hears a sound akin to steam flowing from a broken pipe.
Little wisps of teal mist snake into the fridge around Mr Bones, engulfing his head. And then- an unfamiliar sensation, excruciating pain followed by complete vaporization of his skull.
The rhomboid outside had exploded in this mist, and Arcodo sees from his vantage point the mist pulling back into the point of emission rapidly- everything touched by the mist was swallowed into some spontaneous singularity that only lasted for about 3 seconds before consuming itself and vanishing.
With all this, the first victim of the Labyrinth is the skeletal psychopath Mr Bones.
Rest In Peace, Mr Bones
Keep firing at the pulsar!
[1]As Y4R-M8 pulls the trigger of his carbine, a disappointed beeping noise from the advanced piece of technology informs him that it has overheated and firing it anymore may cause an explosion or some other such permanent damage to the device. Y4R reaches the rational conclusion that being engulfed in super-heated matter isn't a favorable outcome for himself and instead draws his monoedged scimitar and strikes a defensive pose.
Have Prismata attack the pulsar with her light if that won't negatively affect the shield. Also fire at the pulsar with my guns if the bullets won't damage the shield.
"Magic can exit this shield, but it can't enter. It's like an event horizon of mana- I am more than capable of attacking that wretched abomination of a 'star' from the inside."
[1+2-1]Despite her assertion, her Light magic is suppressed but not by her own shield. The dimension itself seems to be negatively affecting her magic.
Tobias has his mech suit take aim and [6,1] the left built-in chaingun unloads a hail of bullets that all strike the Pulsar right where it hurts. Another volley or so like that and the star will be in serious danger of destruction. However, the right chaingun jams completely- the rotator mechanism isn't working, and unless the chaingun can spin it won't fire any bullets.
"WELL... ROCKO GO DO STUFF!""Attempts to throw Rocko at the pulsar or something while praying that nature somehow makes Rocko stronger if only temporarily
[4+1-1]Ringer hurls Rocko at the pulsar while praying to imbue it with some kind of temporary strength.
Its mossy arms and legs bulk up and turn to chiseled marble appendages slightly larger than its previous set of appendages.
Rocko swings its marble arms at the pulsar, [1]but is struck with an intense beam of red light that dissolves the magic inside of him and shatters the poor little stone into pieces.
Rest In Many Pieces, Rocko
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