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Randalor posted:... why would you kill a cat? Cats are awesome. I would ask if we can be the tyrant of cats, but cats answer to no one but the holder of the treat bag. The Cat King position is already filled. I know its confusing, but the King is on their throne of stairs. Just invisibly so. edit: update and vote on previous page, bad inside joke leading up this one habituallyred fucked around with this message at 05:25 on Nov 7, 2020 |
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let's see: company (b- quality) fire (fire) trail mix (protein, fiber) cocaine (COCAINE) i think we can stay a little
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Nov 7, 2020 06:59
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i cant stand coke irl but if theres 1 (one) thing ive learned its that you always do it in an rpg
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Nov 7, 2020 09:32
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dunno about the cocaine but the trailmix seems nice even if we're probably gonna be enemies in the (near?) future
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Nov 7, 2020 10:15
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Take the trail mix. Leave the coke. Only kind of coke we do is MUSHROOM SODA also it's better to make allies than enemies
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Nov 7, 2020 12:23
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Do a snapper with the weird people.
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Nov 7, 2020 13:29
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We should probably politely refuse the blow, we have enough crap messing with our head that its liable to make our heads explode or something.
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Nov 7, 2020 14:06
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Yeah let's politely decline the cocaine. The trail mix seems fine though.
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Nov 7, 2020 18:43
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VOTING CLOSED - Do I hang out with these Burning Man rejects? Sit with them and converse, eat, and warm up. See where it goes. - 16 Sit down long enough to warm up, grab the food, and then just run for it. - 0 Just run for it right now. Forget these dirty hippies and their raisins. - 0 [Murderous Intent] Go for the gun. One-two done. Loot and run. - 0 Overwhelming Majority! (Update will PROBABLY happen tonight but y'know how today is)
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Nov 8, 2020 00:39
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You- (WILL-6) 12 - [4]+[6]+[2] = 12 - Success. -lower- ANXIETY: [ X ][20%] -the sword. The tip sinks into the forest soil, as you force your shoulders to relax where you sit across from the two strange vagrants. Not once looking away from the cabaret woman's still-smiling face, you slowly extend one hand out for the baggies an*PFF* Well, ok, that's on you for not reacting when she underhands the trail mix over, and you took it in the fac-*PFFFFFF* OH COME ON The other baggie of 'blow' harmlessly pafts off your cheek and lands in your lap. Weird fine white powder. You... discreetly pack it away. You don't know blow was but no way were you going to take some without knowing. The woman is giggling like a simpleton at the accidental face-catch, which has your neck prickle with shame and anger. You let it go pretty quickly at least, when you realize just how hefty the trail mix bag is. You dig in, shoveling handfuls down your gullet, six-pack and trash compactor especially grateful for the chocolate and yogurt-covered raisins.  [Obtained Item: Bag o' Blow] You know the awakening Tyrant really does not approve of this, but you were too tired to worry about it. The sylvan woman speaks with sudden conspiracy, through a mouthful of her own trail mi- oh no she was just casually crunching down an entire bottle of little pills. Ok. Her eyes catch the flamelight, unblinking. "Y'know, if ya looking for a fun time, we were gonna go check out this camp place down the road." She nudges her elbow into her companion, who doesn't react. "I ain't never been to a camp, but I hear they gots all SORTS of cool things! Like playgrounds and secret camp songs and somethin' called smores and I was tellin' my best babe here that we just had t'go!!" Her conspiracy deepens with barely-restrained wonder, starlight makeup glittering in the dark. She adds, cheerfully, "We also could use a place to take a nap 'fore it gets ADVANCED dark out. Gosh yer lucky you found us! Look look, eat up, I'm gonna pregame and then we can all go trash the place! AHHHHHHHHHH!" She leaps up to run in place again as she cheers, shaking and twitching with dilated eyes. She points at you, which nearly has you grab your sword until she states "You SO look like someone who wants to be up to no good! This is cool. Babe, this is so cool, this is totally meant t'happen!" The cabaret creep bops her companion with a light kick - they don't react, and simply tend to the fire with gentle weaving motions and little traced symbols. You're not sure how to feel about her idea, but you were warming up and felt a great deal better with food in your belly. No clue where you were, but maybe following these two to the 'Camp' would get you out of the dark and somewhere safe to sleep. You think as hard as you can with the moment you have. Think. Think! (IQ) 8 - [5]+[5]+[5] = 15 - Failure! OW! You tore off a fingernail from gnawing on it so hard... blood floods your mouth, and distracts you into deep worry about what catastrophe was next. Ok. Ok just follow them. Being warm and dry and fed kept you calm despite your inability to quickly think things through. So gut instinct it was. Six-Pack Perfection posted:Back here again? The garbage disposal made its payment, so on your subscription goes. But now you're double-dipping. Asking us both to stand tall and take the ride for you, while the senses, self, and mind all play orbit with central nervous. It's animal. It means we make no promises about what you do, and self and sense can cry about it later. By the time you're done listening to your muscles admonish, the pair was ready to go. You catch sight of a fiddle being tucked into a case by the masked one, while the cabaret woman loudly whispers "C'mon! I ain't vandalized a place proper since we all knocked over the apartment 'plex." You stand up unsteadily, pocketing the rest of the trail mix and remaining hunched with sword gripped. The cabaret woman doesn't seem to mind your threatening posture. She picks up her pocket book, buzzed as a fly, while the masked one (reluctantly) puts out the fire with a few calming motions that the flame obeyed. So of course, the second the fire was out to leave you in the last minute of twilight, you hear a terrible sound from far down the path you came in on. It comes out of your bones first, from a subsonic howl gently vibrating inside of you. The woman and masked one both jump as high in the air as you do. Your heart and body spike to immediate flight. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%] [SOMETHING WAS WAITING FOR THE DARKNESS!!] OST: Elongated There was no speaking. Three pairs of feet running, one your own, frenetic breathing through the leafy night, the howl coming once again from closer than before. No sight of what was behind- glimpses of trees shivering from being moved through, shadows shifting irregularly, your darksight muddled by the panic. The woman- how could she run so fast? The masked one was lagging behind her a good deal, leaving the cabaret runner to stop and look behind to make sure you were both still coming. The ground was vibrating. Weight and force approach from the rear with the sensation of a truck barreling down on you, when it comes into sight - a metal gate, wide open, with the greeting sign of CAMP DARING above it in the darkness. The woman was already through, calling for you to cross the finish line. The masked one makes it first, red robe flapping wild with the jingle-ting of the many ornaments worn. They both turn to face you, a second from catching up. Just in time to see you hit the ground, as something hard-clips your legs. Too late your grab your hand, as you start to get pulled back into the darkness. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][60%] [nononononononoNONONONONONONNNOOOOO]  mad screaming ground receding you flip and look and the leg leg leg was hooked hard through your pant cuff hairy bristles and violet shell you had one chance one one one as it begins to pull you into the trees and you- (STRENGTH) 18 - [1]+[3]+[2] = 6 - GREAT SUCCESS! BODY TENSE, TEETH BARED; YOU DARED? YOU DARED?! Six-Pack Perfection posted:And now, you'll see what we do. faster faster going by a tree grab the strong branch and your body CRIES as the great clawleg nearly jerks a knee out of the socket from resisting the pull you're tense tense tense it yanked yanked yanked the sky a canopy shadow and finally you see the chance you take it both hands now on the bristles hold tight get ready As it hoists you to the top of a tree, you manage to grab onto the clawleg, catch it on a rbanch crook, jam it, and then you PULLLLLLLLLLLLLL *SSSSNNNRRRCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKSCHT!* All your might. Tensile steel. The leg bent the wrong way, snapping open with a chitinous crackle, icy cold spray of lavender, wet flop of watery meat, hard bits pelting the face. Another subsonic scream, rage that makes your skull rattle from proximity. You're falling into the dark, bouncing off branches, but then there are hands taking you and dragging you and you scream and go for your gun but it's just her joymad eyes looking at you with something you didn't understand as the gate slams closed and you- -ouuugh. Ouh. what. what? it's- Daylight. You try to leap to your feet, heart immediately going back to thunder-pace, but you rise slowly and with a great deal of stiffness and pain. You blacked out? Your gun is aimed, and you're ready to kill. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] [whaouhnhuh?] You see the gate, now behind you, closed and unharmed. The forest path beyond was empty in the gray light, no sign of what happened. ...those other two! You look down, and recoil when you see the pair on the ground. You don't recognize them at first, gun aimed and ready, but you calm down enough to recognize them. But they were dressed weird now, differently. The masked one still had its mask, but it- well, you guess it's a she- wore a pair of khaki shorts, sneakers, and a white t-shirt that said "COUNSELOR" on the back. The visible of her body reviled you. She was one of the plant-like women you saw back in the city escape, with straw-grass hair... but her entire body was absolutely covered in awful burns. The cabaret woman was the same. Her top hat was now a rainbow-black baseball cap. Both of them were splayed out next to a wooden box, and before your cloudy mind can react further, they begin to stir. The woman groans, and then rolls over to vomit a thin stream. She wipes her mouth on her shirt, blue sparkle makeup a smear, and stands with a dizzy smile. She sees you, and waves with sluggish enthusiasm. "Hhhhoowdy there, camper! 6am sshhsshh-" she spits on the ground after a brief bout of coughing up something "-SHARP. Wowee. HEY, COUNSELOR RED, WAKE UP! WE MADE IT!"  You... raise the gun... then lower it... then keep it about halfway as you see the burned plant woman stand up without comment, wavering on her feet. She somehow produces a clip board and pencil. The cabaret counselor claps, and then waits about 10 seconds for her brain to reach the next step. "Welcome to your first day at Camp Daring! I'm so excited. I'ma be Counselor BLUE, and my babe is RED. Cool?" what. You look past them and at the camp beyond. A great forest surrounded the open campgrounds, which was littered with various wooden cabins, fire pits, and other attractions. Dense forest surrounded on all sides, as did the towering mountains. What was up with these two, and why did it feel perfectly logical? With a nervous exhale, you try your best to focus. Please. (Tech: The Silver Mind) 10 - [1]+[3]+[5] = 9 - Success! Yes... yes! Your mind expands with a soft silver sigh, neurons gently flowering, as the Silver Mind calms your heart for just a moment, allowing you to assess. Your psychic senses are finally returning. They seem to say that this was Camp, of course. You don't know what Camp is, why it was here, or what was going to happen, but you knew that your Counselors were here to watch over you? Somehow? It didn't make you feel secure, and you were anxious as hell. But the dream-like state of the Silver Mind let you walk over the confused fear. ANXIETY: [ X ][20%] [The Silver Mind] Red and Blue both stand aside, and open up the wooden box, taking you out of the reverie. Blue beckons you in. "Awright kiddo! Here's the first deal. You're all registered n' ready with breakfast waitin' at the 7am siren! All you gotta do is pick what team you wanna be." Inside the box was- clothes. Including a riot of colorful t-shirts, each with a different symbol for its team. You just had to put one on, and you'd be ready for your day at Camp Daring! YEAH~! ...why are you so excited for this? Why does camp sound so fun?
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Nov 8, 2020 21:48
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PLAYER CHOICE Counselor Red & Blue need YOU to use all your heart and soul to pick a team for your camp activities! We regret to inform you that the Silver Snakes team shirt is out of stock. Gotta pick the best one for sure... (Voting will end sometime later tonight.)
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Nov 8, 2020 21:49
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Voted Black Crows because it's one of two that aren't a rhyme or alliterative, and black seems to be "Our Color" anyway what with the black blade and all.
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Nov 8, 2020 22:06
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Red Roosters, in honor of Kwiat and our late chicken-boy buddy.
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Nov 8, 2020 22:28
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Black Crows fits with our characters black crown and dark powers. Plus crows are awesome.
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Nov 8, 2020 23:23
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Can’t sleep on the white widow
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Nov 8, 2020 23:50
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I am obligated to vote red rooster.
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Nov 9, 2020 02:59
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Randalor posted:Black Crows fits with our characters black crown and dark powers. Plus crows are awesome. 
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Nov 9, 2020 03:23
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ya crows are sweet, thats my vote
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Nov 9, 2020 03:53
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Crows, much like us, are scavengers. Go Crow! A shame we can't head for the shrine of the Silver Monkey.
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Nov 9, 2020 04:02
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VOTING ENDED - OLMEC BECKONS YOU DON THE REGALIA OF TEAM- White Widows - 2 Black Crows - 8 Blue Bombers - 1 Red Roosters - 3 Green Means - 0 Yellow Yaks - 0 Mauve Mauraders - 1 Orange Crabs - 1 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Nov 9, 2020 04:13
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I'm finally caught up. Saw this thread appearing a couple of days ago and I. Am. In! Just missed the last vote, though 
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Nov 9, 2020 16:21
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DAWN OF THE FOURTH DAY. HP: [ 16 / 18 ] FP: [ 14 / 14 ] OST: Dawn  Pick a shirt? Ok. Rummaging in the bin pulls out one shirt you're immediately into. It was black, with a stylized crow cawing like a maniac on the front. You put it on over your suit, making it deform a little. Blue swings a fist in the air with a joyful hop. "TEAM BLACK CROWS ALWAYS GONNA WIN YEAH!!!!!" Red doesn't comment as she closes the box, and marks a few things down on her clipboard. Something about the motion sends your skull to tingling, the hot creep of Something Is Wrong nearly reaching your mind before it fades into a lost train of thought. You're left staring at Red and Blue with your team shirt on proud display. You startle and race your hand to your gun when a static-riddled and distorted cry of music calls from a rusted loudspeaker. OST: WAKE UP!! When it ends, Blue claps and begins to hop-skip over to a long cabin across the misty field, crying out "GRUB TIME!" You look at Red. Red continues her blank-mask stare, and writes something else down on her clipboard, before you both follow Blue into the cabin. It reveals itself to be a cafeteria, dim and dusty with old wood. But the tables were rich with color, each packed to every corner with steaming breakfast plates. Waffles, sausages, eggs, toast, fish, bacon, nuts, fruits - your eyes flare, and without a moment's hesitation, your stomach and your self go to war with one another over the common sense of touching anything.  Health has made a demand! Strength supports this. Tyrant doesn't agree... (HEALTH) 14 - [3]+[6]+[2] = 11 -VS- (WILL) 18 - [3]+[2]+[6] = 11 Your eyes narrow for a second, the Dark flashing across your nerves. No. You had the trail mix. That'd have to be enough. This was dangerous. This was stupid. Are you stupid? Don't be stupid. You're not STUPID, and your stomach doesn't control you. (Disquiet) 9 - [5]+[6]+[4] = 15 - Failure... ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] [Disquiet] You huddle on a plastic chair in the corner, shivering as your legs cramp and stomach tenses in pain. The soft gleam of the Silver Mind dims to a muddled gray of worry and anger. You gnaw on your finger, squishing the flesh so hard you nearly pop it open, every instinct telling you to be aware. Your appetite is gone, the smells of the delicious food soured by your distrust. Red takes a seat while Blue gorges herself, laughing with a stuffed mouth washed down with coffee. She was a fool. You want to hide. You want to vomit. You want to escape and hug Kwiat and lie down and not get up and "TIME T'PICK YOUR FUN, KIDDO!" Blue doesn't seem too bothered when you fly out of your seat, knocking it over as you retreat to hide under a table and snarl at her. She waves a clipboard your way while consuming a waffle-butter-bacon sandwich. The sight of it makes you remember that this is Camp! You're here to have fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,fun... yes counselor of course counselor thank you counselor let's have Fun Blue squats to smile at you where you hide, extending a hand for you to come out. You stand up stiffly and shun the help, your body tensing painfully with anxiety that's at war with a foreign demand to be a good camper. You look at the clipboard as Blue drags a long starlit-color nail over the list she presents. "See? Gotta pick some activities! Y'want the Black Crows to win, dont'cha?" Activities. Yeah. Camp was all about those. Fun. Fun. You grind your teeth. You see a map at the top of the page, showing the shape of the campground lands.  Under it was a short spiel about your activities. The Camp posted:Welcome to your first day at Camp Daring! We hope you enjoy breakfast, the most important meal for a very busy day! You've chosen your team, and now it's time to see if it has what it takes to WIN! We have seven activities ready for you to choose from, and your job is to win at least three so you can graduate. Each is designed to test your mettle as a camper, demanding all your wits and wiles. Pick what sounds best suited to you, and go have fun doing your best! Blue yanks the clipboard away once you're finished, whispering "Just three, kiddo! All you gotta win. Betcha you could beat 'em all." She looks over her shoulder to scream "EY! RED! I'MA BET YOU MY LAST BOTTLE OF THORAZINE THAT THEY BEAT 'EM ALL!" Red looks up from where she was burning a stack of pancakes with a lighter, and gives Blue a thumbs-up. Blue claps manic, licking her teeth over and over before pushing the now-maple-syrup-sticky clipboard back at you. "Awright. Time t'pick the first activity you wanna do today. Yer gonna do great!" Yeah. Sure Counselor. Yes Counselor. This will be so fun. Your hand is shaking so hard you drop the pen a few times, before finally focusing enough to think of what to pick. What to pick? Think. Something's wrong. Pick smart. Don't make a stupid choice. Don't be so STUPID about everything. Think! Pick smart, or else. Don't listen to your heart going so dangerously fast. THINK. Black August fucked around with this message at 18:38 on Nov 10, 2020 |
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Nov 10, 2020 18:34
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PLAYER CHOICE It's time to have FUN, campers! Let's all pick our first activity to be the very best at! PLEASE MARK ONE
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Nov 10, 2020 18:36
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The Blue Book posted:"...rare drop of 'Black Leng Silk' which can be turned into a number of useful..."
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Nov 10, 2020 19:19
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I am overly attached to this chicken.
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Nov 10, 2020 19:33
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Eat to defeat might actually be good for us, given that we skipped breakfast and are extremely hungry? I think I'll vote for that. And pocket einherjars sounds like a pretty good match for tyranny. Tower o' trouble, on the other hand, sounds like it will reward the ability to keep a calm head as we move over a gigantic and potentially-lethal drop. That... is not us.
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Nov 10, 2020 19:55
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My personal thoughts: Bear Blasting seems like it would fit better for a beastmaster or more outdoors-y character than we are, and Tower O' Trouble probably for someone a little more athletically inclined. Eat to defeat is right out, since we already can't trust the food, wolfing it down seems like a bad idea. Petard seems right up our alley, given that our psychic abilities may let us cheat. Einherjars seems like it would be boosted by Tyrant as well, so that seems good. Jellybean and Idolatry both seem like they could go either way, but I picked Idolatry because the idea of our character having to do some kind of song and dance routine or something is deeply amusing. Alternatively, having to do some performative worship of some false idols would be very good as well.
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Nov 10, 2020 19:56
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Idolatry seems like a really bad idea - I think if we try and bow down and worship anything, we’ll have to fail a tyranny check first.
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Nov 10, 2020 20:06
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"Hoist my petard" sounds like some sort of minesweeper game or is otherwise related to avoiding hidden explosives. I voted for it but am now thinking the pokemon game is probably a better fit for our character, who is neither particularly observant nor particularly lucky.
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Nov 10, 2020 20:08
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I went with Hoist but both that and the Einherjars sound like they may play to our strengths. Though because we have to command the Einherjars, we may be at a downside because of the black crown making us harder to understand. Idolatry just sounds like they're going to cut us open from that description though.
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Nov 10, 2020 20:23
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vikings vikings vikings vikings vikings vikings
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Nov 10, 2020 20:45
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I don't want to be the person who asks, "Does a bear develop psychic resistance in the woods," so pocket Einherjars it is.
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Nov 11, 2020 02:52
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This game is amazing and I love every moment of it.  let's get some pocket Einherjars.
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Nov 11, 2020 15:22
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VOTING CLOSED - Black Crows gonna take on... TOWER O' TROUBLE - 0 BEAR BLASTING - 0 HURRY HOME MISS JELLYBEAN! - 2 EAT TO DEFEAT - 1 POCKET EINHERJARS - 11 HOIST MY PETARD - 7 IDOLATRY - 1 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Nov 11, 2020 17:22
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ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%] [Disquiet] Think. Think. THINK. The pen taps down on the paper with each pulse. Think. Think. THINK! Tap. Tap. Tap. Your eyes slam shut. Your jaw tenses. Your belly cramps. You slam the pen down over and over, teeth grinding a little harder each time. It's the only thing you can hear over the pulsing in your head. You think and you tap you think and you tap you think and you tap you think and you tap you think and you tap you think and you tap you think and you tap you think and you tap you think and you tap YOU THINK AND YOU TAP When you don't hear the pen slam the board, your eyes startle open. She was there, holding your wrist. You meet her face, and- and a woman looks back at you and she's worried, worried sick, are you- (Did you hear a bell?) You wrench away from each other in the same moment, her voice flighty and nervous. "Pocket Einherjars! Good pick. Great pick. You're gonna be- fine. C'mon." Blue walks away in a hurry, grabbing Red's arm to hold it as she pulls her to the door. You look down at the clipboard from your interrupted disassociation, and see dozens of black pen marks scarring the torn page. Pocket Einherjars had the most clear mark. Outside continued to be an iron morning, the mist abating slowly as you wander over to the Counselors, who have stopped off at a white chalk circle in a spider web pattern design. It was near the edge of the Camp, in an out of the way spot with rotting wooden boards put up in a half-fence. You notice Red and Blue doing something strange as they try to keep partly out of your sight in the shade of the treeline. (Perception) 10 - [2]+[6]+[2] = 10 - Success.  You cock your head, one slow blink shearing the shadows from the tree they stand under. They were... signing to each other. Sign language. You didn't know it, but you recognized it. Blue moved her hands with liquid grace, and her face was stone with brightly still eyes. Red signed back with messy passion, trying to get as much out as fast as possible, which Blue matched at a thought's pace. They stop suddenly and with unnatural readjustment to running out from under the tree to meet you, Blue's face manic with a bitten lip. You look over to Red, who walks briskly against the sting of the drizzling mist. You look back to Blue who just about tears your heart in two, since you didn't notice her close the distance quick enough to already be staring you right in the face. You almost fall over, but grab on to something she shoves into your hands. You're holding an... ornate black helmet, with feathers flaring from either side.  Hers, of course, was blue. She plonks it on without fanfare, her cap still sticking out. "Black Crows, so you get the Hristan hat. Let it do a look your soulthink-" she taps her head, and then makes a popping noise with flared hands "-we get EINHERJARS!!" While she jogs in place to hype up, Blue tells Red "Never did try to wish to be a Valkyrie." The helmet was heavy and cold, but fit comfortably. You're overcome with a sudden security you didn't realize you've wanted. Covering your head scar took a lot of nerves away. You had to remember this feeling. You didn't want your head being FULLY covered but... maybe like... a skullcap or something? Your eyes water as you heave a sigh of relief, and focus. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] [-Disquiet] Suddenly, your brain is ringing like music and the vents into your soul are gushing heat as something lights as a beacon within you. Three shapes form in your mind, a flood of silver activity and midnight gravity pulled down and out of your skull and into your throat. The sensation is not unpleasant, but it does scare you shitless - when called to speak summons, you let out a growl of confused force. You cough and spit out the end of it. Blue, in her turn, allows the natural course of the Einherjar calling to happen, as she inhales with upraised arms, and it seems like she starts to sing... but the singing summoning is quickly sublimated into a deep and warm hum instead. But that one note...  The single single single sliver of song she had begun with like an ultimate starlight night rings through your bones with a cathedral's certainty of damnation. The humming dispels the feeling just as quickly, the mushrooms of your brain flashing in response. You rub you head to clear the feelings, not even startled when you blink and see six figures simply THERE before you and Blue on the spiderweb field - the Einherjars had answered the call. Your team of three was an adorable third-eyed wolf pup with a brilliant silver coat, a small mass of shifting black glossy scarmeat, and finally a [fowl]. Blue was already cheerleading on her team of a small black music box with a nuclear red core (that was growing a bonsai palm), a multicolored gemstone roulette wheel, and finally a lavender ball... about the size of an egg. With eight silly spider legs supporting it, like drawn black lines. *PLINK* A thrown soda can bings off of your helmet, bringing you to Blue's attention. She screeches "PICK AN' EINHERJAR!" - Red claps for you. BLACK CROWS posted:Proto [Low HP! Huge damage! High hit rate!] VS COUNSELOR BLUE posted:Nukelele [Boomy!] Oh. Ok. Right! A fun game with the Counselor. So uhh. You'll choose...
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PLAYER CHOICE - CHOOSE, DON'T LOSE Counselor Blue wants to duel for your first Camp game! She's waiting for you to send out your first Einherjar, provided courtesy of the Camp's shed-stored Valkyrie Crown. Pick wisely, since a lot will play out after your first choice! And a winner is...
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Nov 12, 2020 23:17
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Sorry, right, voting for this will end around 9pm EST.
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Nov 12, 2020 23:21
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I reckon that little fowl is our ace in the hole. they may have our neurotic rear end dead to rights, but they’ll never out-strategize the chicken 
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Nov 12, 2020 23:30
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Dunno which one counselor Blue's gonna open up with, but I get the feeling that -Psydog beats Nukelele -Proto beats Betcha -Rooster beats Lenglegs
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Nov 12, 2020 23:43
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Whatever chaotic glitchiness will result from [fowl] we may as well find out now rather than mid-match. e: and if it's not double-blind and she has a chance to respond to our pick, the glitch is more likely to mess with her evaluation.
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Nov 13, 2020 00:09
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