BRO: ALEX ALEX
ALEX: WHAT WHAT IS IT WHO WHY
BRO: CAN I BORROW YOUR COMPUTER FOREVER
ALEX: NO YOU DOLT DON'T YOU KNOW I HAVE A RADICAL BITCHIN' INTERNET THING GOING
ALEX: A BUNCH OF MOUTH BREATHERS AND I ARE PRETENDING TO BE TEENAGERS, OPTIONALLY FEMALE
ALEX: AND WE FIGHT MONSTERS AND ARGUE ABOUT WEBCOMICS
BRO: I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUT OF THAT PHASE
ALEX: COME ON D&D IS NOTHING LIKE THIS
BRO: I DON'T SEE HOW PRETENDING TO BE AN ORC WITH EXTENDABLE PECS IS ANY DIFFERENT THAN BEING A BIG HAIRED MANCHILD WITH UNRESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION
ALEX: COME OOOOOOOOON
BRO: MOM ALEX IS PLAYING D&D AGAIN
MOM: TELL THAT BOI TO GET HIS BUTT INTO A FOOTBALL FIELD
ALEX: AAAAAAAAAAAAA
Solid gold.
Mikheal: Ok its over three weeks. You can wake up and kill stuff now.
You try to wake up to kill stuff, but you are conscious for less than a quarter second before an enormous fist puts you back under.
Or possibly somewhere else entirely. You are in your room, sort of. Everything is purple, for some odd reason. Maybe you suffered permanent brain damage?
>CR: Smash the Meteor Ogre into space.
[9,5+9]=23
You bash the Ogre for 8 damage, pressing your advantage.
The Meteor Ogre retaliates, hitting you for 14 damage.
The Basilisk rounds on CMKSprite, biting for 10 damage and slowing it.
Undaunted, CMKSprite attacks again, dealing 12 damage.
The Sword Ogre moves, unsure which adversary to attack first.
>Alex: Surely you must have alchemised what you want by now?You wish. Apparently, either flight based items are hella complicated, or you just don't have anything around with the required characteristics to create it. You briefly consider heading out into the rest of your house to waste some imps for more grist, so you can do more experimentation, but you don't really want to. Some more experimentation, for now.
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