Now that I know this, and I didn’t use any gum, canI edit the starting number accordingly?
Of course, and welcome to the game! You are joining starting with this turn.
Name: 0cra
Bubblegum Remaining: 5
Favourite Movie or Song: the crazybus title screen™️
>Wonder why I manage to pull off this brand of badassery without using bubblegum. Transform the corpses into a replacement apartment window, like I did with the cultists.
[2] You wonder aloud about just how cool you are. Man, you're great. Uh-uh. Amazing. Handsome and, of course, awesome. Yeah.
Your ego reinforced, you turn to the multiple corpses outside. With a dismissive flick of the wrist and an unholy abomination of an incantation you order the corpses to rise up. The remains of the dead shudder, their ravaged flesh barely capable off movement, but soon your eldritch willpower overwhelms the laws of physics as the resurrected stand up. They gingerly shamble to the centre of the street, pour gasoline over themselves and sing an ominous hymn straight from the limbo, the limbo of the lost. Even you shake with fear at the horror you created. This must end. Now. With a colossal effort, you conjure a small ball of fire in your hand and with all your might you throw it at the pyre. The living dead are set aflame, their ghastly tune cut short by shrieks of pain. The stench of burning flesh is overwhelming. You nearly pass out, but you just barely maintain your composure and watch as your resurrected slaves die once more, forever barred from the afterlife.
As you wonder about your actions a disembodied voice booms from behind you "Your sacrifice is accepted." You turn, tommygun in hand to meet this new threat but see no one there. Tense, you wait several seconds, until you hear voices from outside. You turn once more and see on the street that in the place where the corpse pile laid now stand two men carrying a window pane looking confused. Thinking quick, you force the windowpane out of their hands and into your frame. The men don't look startled in the least when their pane of glass is once more taken from them and you carefully fit the glass into your window.
Damn, you're good.
Name: John Jones
Bubblegum Remaining: 5
Favourite Movie or Song: Don't Stop Me Now
eat bubblegum change into new clothes and go to nearby pizzeria I will search for food
You insert the bubblegum and swagger over to your room, ignoring the arcane bullshit of your roommate. You kick open the apartment door, shout some ominous bullshit about a sacrifice or something to spook his silly ass, kick open your room door and shut it all before he gets a chance to react. What a nerd. You gaze upon your collection of Queen memorabilia, cross yourself when you pass the shrine and open your vast closet. You ponder about the selection before you. The aloha Elvis costume? Too cliché. A Neo costume? Anachronistic. Finally, your eyes land on a certain yellow jacket with a white wife beater. You put them back in and grab the white pants. In a flash, you drop the towel and damn near teleport into the outfit. You feel Freddie's blessing as you exit your apartment and jog over to your favourite pizzeria, that Freddy Fazbear animatronic place. The food isn't great but the singing puppets are
great.
Only when you open the pizzeria doors do you remember your nerd roommate's mention of cultists in a pizza place, as before you stands a group of twenty or so men and women wearing black robes, each with a Tommy gun. Sixteen wear a bib shoved in their robe head hole and are sat at four tables, anxiously awaiting the pizzas brought in by the four apron-wearing waiter cultists. They emit noises of delight when they see their pizzas carried in and dig in with unrestrained joy, revealing the lovable childlike side of the psychotic apocalypse cult worshipping a vile, unholy sea god. You haven't been noticed yet.
Name:Fiona
Bubblegum Remaining:8
Favourite Movie or Song:this song
get an idea of where I’m at by looking around
[3] You open one aching eye. This is a colossal effort and you congratulate yourself on your success. You consider moving, but decide against it. Slowly, you let sight return to your one eye. With some difficulty, you look around as much as you can without moving anything except the eye. Your nightstand, closet, a pile of vomit on the floor. Yep, you're in your room. You wonder about the events of yesterday and consider the morality of alcohol consumption. You repent the sins of yesterday and are revitalised by your introspection. You slowly open your second eye and stand up. Water. You need water.
Oh, and judging by the horribleness, your roommates are probably up and about.
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