Turn FifteenThis game is now a suggestion game until "a new game mechanic" is discovered!
Somewhere in the dark recesses of your mind lurks a powerful urge. It's not so simple an urge to eat or anything as fleshly. It's an urge for control. An urge for a return to order. A return to the natural way a body should function. That urge to return is blocked. Something else is here. Something else is in control, and won't give the body up... But neither will the urge give up. A lunge in the dark was the spark of the war.
Your fancy reality bending energies are being usurped by the battles.>It's dark in here, and honestly I have no clue what's going on... I'm fricken' terrified. I should >
Generate a bright and focused stream of visible light down the hallway.
You focus your energies for awhile and eventually realize you'll lose control if you don't give up. You just don't know enough about magic to do anything without your reality bending shit.
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Resist the urge to sneeze.
The stench of blood penetrates your nostrils and you're suddenly overcome with more urges! Namely, the urge to sneeze! You attempt to resist, but you fail and make an even louder noise than you would have in the first place! You dolt!
"...'scuse me" you add, in a whisper.
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Skillfully talk body into not sneezing.
"Don't do that again, god-AAAACHOOO'scusemegoddamnit!"
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Walk down the hallway and METAGAME any METAGAMEable looking METAGAMES I find.After all that mess with the sneezing clears up, you decide it's relatively safe to investigate, considering nobody came looking for the source of the nasal disruptions.
You sneak out the door and down the hallway... You notice the blood on the walls aren't all the same color, and continuing your gaze down the ground, you notice the same thing. There are pools and streaks of a darker, purplier blood along with the regular old BORING blood. As the hallway comes to a corner, and at the same time, opens up into a large room, somewhat like a foyer. To your right, there is a door, surrounded on both sides by windows, from which indirect daylight is pouring in in a conservative amount. In the middle of the nearly empty room, the blood streaks continue, right out the door. Tracing the blood, you can see that whatever was dispensing the darker color of blood tried to break away, and a pool of blood sits a bit closer to the only object in the room: a bookcase that sits directly across from you in the room.
STATUS:Health:Extra healthy!Health: 23/22 HP
Stats:Strength Pluck: 15
Jumping(Agility) Zing: 6
Boring Frump: 28
Style Mojo: 28
Mental Resistance Grit: 28
Skills:
- Luck: 368
- Speech: 341
- Observation: 218
- Looting: 82
- Unarmed Combat: 22
- (!)SCIENCE!: 13
- (!!)Holy: 0
- (!!)Enchanting: 0
- First Aid: 0
- Magic: -23 +5!
- Synergy: -2
- Not Sneezing: -10 -10!
- Warhammer: -193
- Dancing: -386
Inventory:- Enchanted Leather Helmet (-5 to Damage Rolls for Head, +10 to Mental Rolls)
- Leather Chest Armor (-10 to Damage Rolls for Upper Body)
- Leather Leggings (-10 to Damage Rolls for Lower Body)
Otherwise Unexamined
>What would you do now?
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Topic: SuggestionRPG - Unknown, the Finely Accented Man; Turn Fifteen! (Read 13467 times)