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Started by James Gryphon, July 29, 2015, 12:58:18 AM

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Lady Ashenwyte

*Attempts to flee to safety*
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Skyblade

*Throws ice balloon at Ash's back as he's running*

Thanks, MatthiasMan, for the avatar!

LT Sandpaw

*Not waiting to see if the other players attacks are meaningful I rush after Ashenwyte and take out my noose. I throw it like a lasso and try and stop Ash from getting away*

"Yeeeeeehaaaw."


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

James Gryphon

#169
OOC: Big melee here, let's compute these results...

Most of the players begin dashing towards Ashenwyte. rrrrr, attempting to follow Faiyloe, trips over his own feet and falls down. (penalty: no color) Delthion throws a couple of punches towards Ash while he's getting up; one catches Ash's jaw and rattles him a bit (result: 7), but Ash blocks the others, and replies with a devastating counter-punch which blackens Del's good eye. Temporarily blinded, Delthion is unprepared for the plastic bag thrust over his head and begins to suffocate. (result: 10) However, Ashenwyte is interrupted when Faiyloe arrives, lobbing three ice balloons at him. Two of them miss, but one hits his chest, stinging him considerably. (result: 6) Then Skyblade attempts to hit Ash with her ice balloons. Both miss, but one bursts open on impact with the ground, and Ash gets hit with a few ice pellets from there. (result: 4) Under attack from four people, Ash decides that discretion is the better part of valor and attempts to flee. As he tries to do so, he's hit hard in the back with Sky's ice balloon. (result: 9) Ash stumbles, coincidentally avoiding Sandpaw's noose throw. (result: 3)  Delthion can't see where Ash is, and his outstretched leg is nowhere close to him. (result: 2)
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LT Sandpaw


*I quickly recollect my noose and rush after the running Ash. I throw my four remaining gummy worm darts hoping to distract him before rushing in with my fishing pole. I attempt to trip him with my pole by sticking it between his legs so he will stumble and fall.*


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Faiyloe

*Chases after Ash and swings my helium tank at his head as soon as I get close enough*
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

James Gryphon

Sandpaw's gummi worms hit Ashenwyte, who's running towards the observation deck's stairs to attempt to get down and away. Distracted by the darts and suffering from previous injuries, Ash is unprepared for the fishing pole and gets directly caught up by it. He stumbles and begins to fall, tripping over the stairs, towards the floor. Before he can make contact with the floor, however, Ash disappears in a flash of light. (result: 8)

A cage descends from the ceiling near the observation tower. Ashenwyte is locked inside.

A plastic bag and box of matches fall to the floor, next to Sandpaw.

Faiyloe's swing directed at where Ashenwyte used to be meets empty air.

@Ashenwyte:
GAME OVER
3 LIVES LEFT
PURPLE
GREEN
MAROON

RESPAWN?
Y/N
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Søren

*stumbles toward elevator*
*goes down elevator*


I'm retired from the forum

Delthion

Faiy, is the fire out?
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Faiyloe

#175
*darts forwards and grabs the box of matches and then starts bookin' it to the pool*

OOC: Yes the fire is out
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

James Gryphon

@Soren: You were slightly worried about the possibility of the fire damaging the elevator, but it seems to work as well as ever. The doors open on the first floor.

A protective brown force field shocks Faiyloe when she attempts to pick up the matches, and she's unable to touch them to lift them off of the floor. (penalty: no stealing)
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Søren

*sits quietly catching breath*


I'm retired from the forum

Faiyloe

Ouch! *Jumps back* Sand! you need to throw those matches in the pool. They can't fall back into ashes hands.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

Delthion

It is a gift! A gift to the foes of everyone else! *Runs away from everyone.*
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.