Rebalanced Alch's:
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>Mikheal: Payback time.
Eh, you nerfed Anti-personnel enough I guess. NEW HAND! You receive... 2 Personal cards, The Greater Handcannon and Instashield, and a common card, Ruby Contraband.
You step out of your room, ready to look for that Humongous Bastard. You don't have to go far. He's found boggling vacantly at where he'd left you under a safe.
HB: How the hell did you get up? You should'a been out fer a month!
> Claire: Begin spritelog.Claire: aren't you supposed to be helping me out or something?
The sprite responds in fragmented, toneless syllables, switching from face to face with each snippet of speech.
Cardsprite: I
CS: Am
CS: Yet
CS: In-
CS:-Com-
CS:-Plete-
I'd like to redraw, please. When redrawing, I can aim for a specific alch card(s), right? I'd like to aim for drawing Lunar Cross, Prospitian Chainsword and Werewolf Fur Coat.
I forget if I'm supposed to do the rolls myself or not. You did them last time.
You can choose specifically to aim for drawing sylladex cards, but that is about it, and even then, it is not a sure thing.
You passed two out of your three pre-rolls, and drew the Crossblade and Prospitian Chainsword. Also a Legendary Piece of Shit.
"THAT'S FINE. IT WAS A WEIRD SET OF CIRCUMSTANCES, AFTER ALL. SO WHE- UGH!" Alex claps his hands to his nose, and points toward a large pile of dead tree snakes. The smell is awful.
"Oh my god, that's just... horrible! Seriously, what in the unholy hell is going ON here?!?"
RL: Keep on trackin'.
OOC: Quick note. Yes, this is the area that was supposedly destined for art. As for said art, no, I'm not going to put it up, for a couple of reasons. First and foremost because it isn't done, and as much as Mikhael needs to catch up to the timeline respective to Danielle and Alex, (considering the Elder Gods sent him after the latter), I don't want to delay this. I've been watching it play out in my mind like a movie over and over again, and I wanna make it
happen, dammit. Plus, Mikhael is going to seek revenge on HB rather than go after Alex, and that'll take time anyway.
As for the second, only slightly less valid reason: I'm not much of an artist. I can't command a brush or mouse like some other people can. But... I do have a certain way with words. This is not boast. It is a statement of truth. At the very least, I write better than I draw. And that is reason enough to paint you a portrait with words.
Let's have a cutscene.
>Escalate."I DON'T KNOW. BUT I DON'T LIKE IT."
Alex and Danielle continue following the trail, and eventually, they see a clearing beyond the withered trees. Alex moves forward, and a voice drifts into earshot.
"...crimes against the Kingdom of Derse are as follows. Assaulting a Dersite Officer. Interfering with a Dersite Operation. Eleven counts of Murde-"
"SELF DEFENSE." A voice comes out from the crowd, and as Alex (and presumably Danielle) clear the treeline, a man is visible on a stage that is ringed with purple curtains. A man wearing jeans, a red flannel shirt, suspenders, and a pair of handcuffs. His voice is weak, but still carries. A crowd of black carapaced people watch.
"BRO?" Alex's voice quivers in fear. The crowd doesn't seem to hear.
The Dersite strikes him. "You will not speak until you are allowed." The agent returns to the scroll he is reading from. "11 counts of murder. Conspiring with the enemies of Derse."
"THOSE SNAKES AREN'T INTERESTED IN WAR WITH YOU." He is struck again, falling to the floor of the stage.
"Silence." The voice of the Agent is cold, uncaring. "By the order of her Majesty, you will pay the steepest penalty, and as Arch Agent, I am to oversee this. Put him on the block." A pair of imps grab the man beneath his shoulders, and shove his neck onto a scarred wooden block, the man's face on display. Beaten and bruised, but reminiscent of a certain Lumberjack in training.
Alex begins to stumble forward, an impossible fear filling his heart. Not now. Not after everything else.
"You have one last sentence. Go." The Archagent motions to an Ogre wielding a tremendous headsman's axe. The Ogre lifts it.
"BRO!"
"ALEX? WHAT ARE YOU DOI-"
The agent lowers his hand, and the axe lowers with it.
The crowd cheers.
Alex freezes.
"Guards. We have guests." The crowd turns to face Alex and Daniel. "Kill them too."
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