Looks like it's gonna be a pretty gloomy day. Might as well get off to a good start by lifting my anvil buddy overhead a couple times.
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You get up and look out the window. Yeah, that looks pretty gloomy alright. Well, the best thing to do in a situation such as this is to
LIFT. You grab the anvil and pick it up, raising it above your head, and down again. Up and down again. Up, and down again.
UP, and down again.your muscles are flowing like unmatured grape juices up and down your arms, you feek as though you could lift the house!
You note a continued clattering from the door, and the wind gets louder from outside, whistling around the house.
HOARD MY PRECIOUS GUBBINS IN THE CELLAR
As much as I want to deeply misinterprit this, you have to fill the all-important character sheet of importance and doom before you throw yourself into my loving claws.
DON'T SAY IT'S A MINIMALIST RTD IF IT AIN'T
REPEAT ACTION
Brief seconds of furious typingName: Random McBoring
Gender: Idunno
As much of a backstory as you can be bothered to come uo with for a minimalist RtD: An unimpotant individual with no bearing on society whatsoever who can’t take a joke.
Greatest fear: THE DEATH OF ME PRECIOUS GUBBINS
Fixed that for you.
AAAAAAH NO, THE BLOODY SHTAIRM IS COMIN’! QUICK, MY PRECIOUS GUBBINS! WE’D BEST BE RETREATIN’ INTO THE CELLAR!
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AHH NO! ME PRECIOUS GUBBINS! GIT OVER HERE!
You heard as many of your precious Gubbins into the cellar as possible, but you cannot herd them all! Still a few boxes remain in hard to reach places, fearfully cooing at the oncroach of the howling wind and the clattering thunder.
NOOOOOOOO ME GUBBINS! COME BACK, ME GUBBINS! WHY’RE YE FORSAKIN’ YE’R FAITHER?!
Still, the Gubbins remain resolutely nailed to the rafters. Time may be running out...
Fire.... Everything....
So much... So much... Everything... will... burn...
1 ha ha ha
You run towards the closest house, burning log in tow, and hoist it at the thatched roof. It ignites instantly! The fire is spreading! It’s beautiful. You could watch it forever, just you and the burning farm.
Then yypu realise the fire is out. In fact, it’s raining. Quite heavily, in fact. And wind too. It whips at your face, so thick is the pouring deluge, you cannot see a metre in front of your face. You struggle forwards, until finally, you reach your house. Your leg hurts.
Name: John
Gender: Male
As much of a backstory for your character as you can be bothered to come up with for a minimalist RtD: A farmer.
Greatest fear: Famine.
bring the chickens inside the house they will be safer there.
The storm is coming your way. You noticed it this morning, but you didn’t think it would be this big. It couldn’t be this big...
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At first, they dawdle, but they quickly fall prey to your experience, and you quickly herd them into the Shippen at the end of the house where they’ll be safe. You’ll have plenty of eggs for the duration of this mess. As you close ll the windows of the long, thin wooden hut you call your home, there’s a gust of wind, and the rain starts to fall. It beats on the walls of the hut, smashes onto the roof, but none can get in. Your house is safe, and dry, and warm. The fire’s a bit low though. You stand still for a moment; You forgot to bring in more firewood! It’s all still out at the woodshed!
As you ponder your next action, you get the sudden feeling of impending doom.
Into the basement I flee!
1
You run to the familiar trapdoor that leads to the basement; Down thwre, you keep your stocks, the ores you work, what little food you make yourself. It’s also jammed shut. You jostle it, but to no avail. You grab a hammer and use your
Blacksmith Strength in breaking it open, but atill it won’t budge. You look back out the door. There is something very big and very nasty up there...
While you all go about your normal peasant fleeing, you all begin notice that a large portion of the cloud is red, fiery, and bearing down on the village very fast. It could be here in an hour, maybe a few minutes. Whatever it is, it is almost certainly intent upon laying waste to all that you hold dear, and it’s impatient to do so. You don’t have long...
The heart of the storm will be arriving in 1 Turn. Prepare.