Starting AreaMapGet to safety and hopefully someplace that can get my arm bandaged
6: The truck isn't very good at off road, but you get a little further away from the storm. You look around the truck, but don't see anything you can use. Still, you see a building you may be able to hide in. A quick glance at your rear view mirror allows you to see the lodge get ripped into the air. Well damn.
Keep on trucking. Improve my poem by making it objectivist.
6+2+2+2+2: Your poem comes out about the same quality. Somehow you suspect the quality will be regarded as lower without the right audience. You keep both poems in mind though.
(For most of the more... artistic skills, there is currently no downside to stacking all your modifiers into one shizophrenic mess/godlike piece of work. This feels rather silly, so I might have to nerf a little... Nothing too serious, might make some elements just count as +1 instead.)
TORNADO TIME!9: The tornado intensifies. No one can ignore it anymore on account of the storm clouds basically covering all of california.
7, 2, 3: Despite the distance, the back wheels of Rautherdirs truck lift into the air!
10: The Troper bails outs and goes into an effective roll!
End 2+1: Their truck was going pretty fast, so despite their effective exit, they break their right leg on impact with the pavement!
3: They get drawn into the tornado anyway.
This was the last anyone ever saw of Rautherdir... in this world anyway. NAV's dogs were the last to injure him, so let's see what NAV gets.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Gonzaga_(Rodomonte)
Ah, what a shame to see such a good article wasted. In any event...
DolosusDoleus feels their last remaining opppnent disappear from this world. All around their hybrid car, the fabric of reality begins to twist and turn. In a few short moments, their car is transported onto the road to OFC Charleville, where they see their team beginning to depart. Odd, that should have happened about a quarter of an hour ago.
Dolosus exits the vehicle and waves over to them, telling them to stop.
"What? You said you were at Yosemite Park? How did you get here so fast?"
Dolosus isn't sure what to say. This all happened so quickly and they were so busy writing poems they weren't prepared to meet their team so soon. Suddenly, they feel a odd, ethereal voice begin to speak in their mind.
"Your victory was rather... unconventional. However, it cannot be called anything else but a victory. Congratulations. You know your options. Retire in this world to do as you please, or continue to defend the title of champion. I've sent you back in time a bit, as you probably suspect. You've got 5 minutes to make your choice, technically. Might want to say something to that guy too."
(Rautherdir, I simulated your next few rolls. They were too low to escape/survive. Some things are just beyond the power of the dice. Had they been something like three 9s/10s I'd have continued, keeping those rolls.)
"Time for the scoreboard, I suppose."Round 1 Scores after purchases.
NRDL: 1 point.
Enemy Post: 1 point.
Mallos: 2 points
Ziizo: 5 points.
Rautherdir: 0 points.
OceanSoul: 2 points.
Round 2 Scores
Enemy post: Died first. +1 point.
Red Shirt. +3 points.
OceanSoul: Died second. +1 point.
NRDL: Died third/fourth. +2 points.
Rasputin Wannabe. +1 point.
NAV: Died third/fourth. +2 points. 1 kill. +1 point.
Ziizo: Died fifth. +3 points. First Blood! +1 point.
Won a boxing match! +1 point. 3 kills. +3 points.
Rautherdir: Died sixth. +4 points. 1 kill. +1 point.
DolosusDoleus:
Pacifist. +3 Points. Champion! +5 points.
Totals:
Enemy post: 5wp
OceanSoul: 3wp
NRDL: 4wp
NAV: 3wp
Ziizo: 13wp
Rautherdir: 5wp
DolosusDoleus: 8wp
Mallos: 2wp
The shop is not yet open yet, and neither are signups. As before, I'll get things finally ready after Dolosus responds.
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