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HARDCORE! YEAGH!
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 The Silver Mind posted:Bella sat up in bed with a startle, her sense of self a blurred smear of thrill and sadness. She fell to the soft carpet floor, raising with inhale to scream out someone's name. Nothing came. She clawed the sheet off the bed to wrap over herself in wraith-wear, pushing out to the night to wander aimless over the grassy love of Home's space in the near-dawn. What was that? Not a dream, not a psychic attack, not a divine thought. Too vivid. Her instincts wrenched her neck painfully; there was someone who was terribly hurt and needed to be cared for. That was the only sensation she was left with, while she sat on the high hill overlooking the town. Overhead, the skies skeined with ashen lines. Something was in approach, as the Wanderers make walk to Megalith. But her gloom ended when she realized she could hear someone shouting, not far off from the copper bathroom stall. Who is that?  hmm. ... You roll over and go back to sleep. Well. You would, but a bunch of sharp debris jabs into you when you do, forcing you awake with an awful cry. poo poo... you push slowly, your immense tired strength freeing you as you wipe your face and bite on your sleeve to stop a scream of pain. Your head. It's pounding! It hurts! Ugh. Everything hurts. What time is it? You know it's sometime past morning. Which means... Dawn. THE THIRTY-FIRST DAY HP: [ -25 / 30 ] [+4 HP] FP: [ 15 / 15.▒ ] ANXIETY: [10%] [Too much pain to care right now.] You have to try. You have to get this horrible headache under control. (Bubbleblood II) 10(+3) [2]+[4]+[4] = 10 - Success [By 3]! Healed For: 2d+3 HP = 14 HP! HP: [ -11 / 30 ] [+14 HP] It's the kind of relief that is most beloved and feared- the kind where there is a sudden escalation of the pain, a tremendous and unbearable sharpness forced through every skullbone with killing force. But then comes the push, the *POP* as the bubbling sap purges what's still clogged up into sinus and blood, and the nightmare head-pressure ends with a sudden bleed of watery gasoline from the eyes, nose, and mouth, a retching spill cleaning the tarry remnants out in force. You hold back the scream and just collapse in a shaking heap, gagging as soothing blue sappy waters follow with the cleaning push, soon leaving your head feeling like fifty pounds of metal was just torn out of it. You feel so, so much better. So much so that you just quietly cry and let your body settle, ignoring the fact that you have no idea where you are or how. That dryad? She must have poisoned you! You were in some kind of machine, and there's a lot of horrible flashes of scary things, and then a brilliance of white, the stink of marmalade and gasoline, and now- now here. Where? You sit up very slowly, feeling as though you had run a marathon before setting the world record for how quickly you could dislocate your spine with violent exercises. Like steam is pouring out. You sputter and spit the last of the nasty mix in your mouth, realizing that the air is cool, ashen, and dry. It's pretty dark. Inside of some kind of collapsing structure. Dimmest firelight flickers down in from a huge hole going several floors to the distant roof, reflected off of the immense mountainsides that seem to go up above the ash clouds. Ash... there's a lot of it in the collapsed room, among the wood debris. You climb out and into a hallway, holding the air in your freshly-bubbled lungs. Oh, it's dreadful. It's assuming the shape of the slow walk into the trap-kill.  OST: Dead Apartments ANXIETY: [ X ][20%] You grunt off the pain and chills, the bubbling buoying you up. Sword out? No. The gun, so you can give the quicker one-and-done. Why were you dumped here? You have to get out and find somewhere high enough to see your position. You have to be quick. You've really lost a lot of recollect of the last day, your memory fuzzing around the time you got smashed by the car. You're still flinching in phantom pain from the event. You're not gonna be late, right? Red isn't going to die because of this, right? ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] The floor creaks after a few steps, and you sit down to go still and listen while you let more fluid drain out of your eye and nose. If you weren't so messed up, you'd just courageous it through, but as is you feel like one good shock and your body might give out. Slow and careful. You crouch low by a pile of ash, noticing how the hall abrupts somewhere ahead, broken up by doors in states of absence or misrepair that leads into what you think are apartments. You... can't really hear anything yet besides the wind howling somewhere far out, so you try to begin a slow workthrough as quietly as you can manage. (DX - Stealth) 11 [6]+[3]+[2] = 11 - Exact Success. You keep dusting piles of ash... but it's a minimal and soft noise into the creaking quiet of the unhallowed halls. You go on for a while like this, a creeping bug over the filthy wooden floor, dashing from pile to pile while avoiding the gaping open apartment doors. Your psychic senses seem dimmed to uselessness for some frustrating reason, and you mushrooms are dusted dry with quiet. Just you, your nerves, and a crown you're not willing to kneel to again just now. You're too damned worked up with grit and sore to let your will go absolute again: you're feeling your ego jellify with gasps from that strange gold it wore yesterday. Just a mean little animal right now. Which means you do not have the focus to simply ram through a wooden wall, eject out into the hellish airs, and then just dampen your mass for a safe landing. It looks like you already inexplicably had one of those, so why rush to the scythe? God, it's so quiet. You feel itchy raw from the dry, and weirdly, your joints are creaking like hell, burning almost beigely. Awful and stiff. You muffle a sniff. Eugh! The little snort drags in some offensive smells. Biochemical ones, like unusual kinds of wastes left to heap and then fine-dry. Fermented sweats and oils unable to evaporate properly... you swallow against a stomach-churning retch. You're hungry and ill at the same time, and with reflex you pat at a little bottle you have of some stolen soup rations. Later. The second the bottle goes back, you startle into biting your arm through your gross plasticky suit and aiming your gun when a voice starts screaming from a few doors down. It echoes weirdly, muffled to distortion as it shouts, argues, and sounds bloody murder.  ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%] [BE READY TO KILL] ...nothing. You pay attention, half-buried in cold ashes, gun sighted to the dim doorway. The voice keeps undulating into the walls and all around, and you let your mitochondria lap on the Mana left sweetening your blood from the bubbling spell. They feel out the air, and return a likely of this being more phenomena than someone actually in that apartment. It sure feels like it, as if you're stuck in a memory so vivid it's tearing your ears apart with meaningless wails of raw emotion. It climbs through your cell powerhousing, lashing your sizzled neurons with ugly sensations and stresses. You're shaking now, sweating despite the chill, stomach flooding with acids. You can feel what's behind every scream. The rent is overdue, and they're at the door. They have a gun. The restitution programs were a lie, we're being held accountable by force. This is the 6th time we've had to move. They did nothing and watched it burn down as people leapt from the windows. Something got in from the wilds, and they decided to just lock the doors when it ran into our complex. Everyone on the floor above us is dead from broken plumbing. We have to split up again. I have to go back to doing THAT kind of work so we can afford to feed the other three this month, and you all judge me for it. They took everything we had, but at least I was smart enough to hide our savings in the floor. They don't let us work if we ever took any city aid, even though it's cut off. We have to live in the alleys for the next week until the infection burns through this district. Do you know how many Fae abductions happen in these three blocks? They say they're going to put us on a ship and send us to- *CLACK* A door closed, somewhere close. Everything's gone quiet. There's something on the same floor as you. You have to react.
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Oct 13, 2023 04:15
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We're out of juice; dive, dive, dive Clouding also not the worst idea too, tho
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Oct 13, 2023 13:40
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I voted for clouding, but considering the description also said our psychic senses are dulled, I'm not sure how viable that actually is as an option thinking back on it.
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Oct 13, 2023 13:51
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Unknown horrors are just friends we haven't met yet
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Oct 13, 2023 13:54
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VOTING CLOSED - No Paycheck Til Friday. Rent Was Due Yesterday. Chance it and dive into the closest apartment. - 10 Cloak down, hold your breath, and try to cloud. [PSI Clouding ɑ Check 13] - 12 Stand tall, aim your gun, and do your best to jumpscare them right into Hell. [Inevitable Check 18(-4)] - 0 You know... you do have one way to start a fire... [Red Right Hand] - 1 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Oct 13, 2023 18:56
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 ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%] Too much... God, it's all too much right now! You can't focus! You hate yourself for it. Sweat and ash itching your eyes, body on fire with exhaustion and pain, senses confused and dried up of all psychic liquidity... you sweep down with a shiver and try to cool your thoughts, pulling neurons up with an impatient demand to stand in plain sight. (!PSI Clouding ɑ) 13 [6]+[6]+[2] = 14 - Failure! You bend by an ash pile and pull up your cloak. You think of Red. You think of the Camp. You reach for your pocket, but then curse out loud when you realize the photo isn't there- was it ever there? Did you imagine it? No, no! Stop believing that! Red is real, which means the photo is real! The shirt is real! You panic and stand, kicking the ash with accusation, your flimsy silver clouding bursting open with a weak whine. You sweep your gun around with a bark and a bite, now worked up into a furor over not being allowed to just hide and cry out your fear and pain. The walls shudder in response to your noise, and you have nothing to show for yourself when the presence arrives. You know it's here by the sudden drop in your gut, and the feeling of dread that makes you stumble and lean against a wall. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%] [Oh no...] Oh, you hosed up good. REAL good. Golden slime-light bleeds from the apartment doors and the cracks in the walls. Humidity rises to a choking degree, making your throat seize with a gross sensation. Your visions swims with chemical vapor as the sound of heavy gold coins being crushed rings out. You stand your ground in the middle of the hall as it fills with the glowing gold-slime, while gorgeous sheafs of gilded paper peel out of the slime and begin to fly around in formation, creating intimidating patterns of financial destruction. You feel sick. Arms go limp as you let the gun aim down, your eyes watering with a deer's headlight syndrome. No doubt; you're truly in the poo poo now. You have to fight this, however you can. The papers roll and roil, flapping into powerful seals that ruin lives with gilded impunity. It's judging you, now, with all the dead heat of the bureaucratic machine.  OST: War In Hell Boss Fight Log posted:There is no warning, no debate, no justice. It's greater than you, and it's going to make you PAY for it. (The vote-rent is due early tomorrow afternoon. You better have it ready by then.)
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Oct 18, 2023 08:39
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Here's the character sheet again, for reference: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kPq6nBxIrVGLb6AKhvlpOAK-r7E7dZXkVk5aKvbvSLc/pub Pretty sure the sealed buster is still with Red, thankfully. Personally it comes down to 6 bullets vs. the Black Treasure map. I don't have confidence in my ability to suss out the location in question. And I like the thematics of answering paperwork with paper. 6 bullets haven't helped us too much before but having zero bullets would be terrible for our anxiety. Now I am really regretting seeing what other folks voted for...
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Oct 18, 2023 10:00
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Potion is an obvious dump here, it's a consumable, so let it be consumed.
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Oct 18, 2023 11:55
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I went with treasure map. It's a Greed elemental, let's tempt it with treasure.
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Oct 18, 2023 12:15
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E2: What I'd like to try is troll logic the greed elemental into turning on itself. Unfortunately we aren't much for talking at the moment, so... Went with the map so it sods off for a bit.
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Oct 18, 2023 14:42
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VOTING CLOSED - I lied. The rent is due whenever it feels like. You have no control over that. Rethreader - 0 My First Uplink - 3 Potion of Joy - 5 Backup Doll - 1 Ampoule Burger - 1 Black Treasure Map - 9 Blue Plates - 3 6 Bullets - 1 Life Tank - 1 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Oct 19, 2023 03:28
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On the one hand, it's a bit of a bummer to miss the vote (and by less than an hour, too!). On the other hand, great story/mechanics integration! 
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Oct 19, 2023 12:50
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 Boss Fight Log posted:ANXIETY: [ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][70%]
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Oct 22, 2023 20:39
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I don't know what the ring is, and I assume the block is just a really good trade in item, but spells!!!
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Oct 22, 2023 21:10
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While I'm sad to see the map (and cool sword!) lost to the predations of a Dire Mortgage, a penthouse to crash in for a little bit is a pretty fantastic opportunity given our current status.
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Oct 22, 2023 21:34
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Honestly, we didn't need a second cursed sword as it is, and even a time-limited safehouse is still a place to crash. A fine trade, in my opinion, even before the item we also get.
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Oct 22, 2023 21:56
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I'm really not sure I want to cast the sort of spells that thing is likely to give us.
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Oct 22, 2023 22:33
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voted ring
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Oct 22, 2023 22:41
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pumpinglemma posted:I'm really not sure I want to cast the sort of spells that thing is likely to give us. Uhhhhh cheeseburger magic???? That was also a source we probably didn't want to cast and it has turned out to be amazing.
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Oct 22, 2023 22:51
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I kinda wonder what the other people at the Blue Book think about poo poo our player has submitted about this run...
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Oct 22, 2023 22:51
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The graphics have been really good lately
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Oct 23, 2023 00:14
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Y'know, I'm fine with trading the chance at a sword that just screams "Bad times ahead" for a place to shack up and a different item. I voted spellbound, though any of the items seem like they would be fun to potentially suitify.
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Oct 23, 2023 00:40
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VOTING CLOSED - You Paid The Rent. You Proved Your Right To Live. Have A Gift! A brick of Molten Gold - 0 Molten Gold Ring - 9 Molten Gold Spellbook - 15 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Oct 23, 2023 03:33
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ANXIETY: [ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][70%] You are cold, both hungry and sick to your stomach, confused, nervous, overwhelmed, still trying to raise your revolver, and still holding your breath as the awful presence abates. Is- is it okay? Is this a dream? No, you're too experienced to know that by now. This is worse. This is just your brain being bad. You... you have to get to the apartment. Burner? A Sunburner apartment? Penthouse. Oh. Oh you can't stand the weird stink of heated metal. You gag and stumble and then you panic, finally aiming your gun as you run aimlessly down the hallways, whispers and distant yelling flooding back from every empty and dead apartment. You find the stairwell and fall over on the first landing, coughing from the narrow ashen wood. You wrench the shroud over you in wraith blanket, sniffing as you crawl up the narrow dirty stairs with a miserable scuttle, over and over and over with burning bones until you finally reach the tippity-top, bonking into a very narrow door with a small greasy-gold lock. You stare at the key tied to the heavy dark giftbox. With dissociated hands, you pluck it up and messily ram it into the lock.  Eventually, it fits, and you pop the door open and slam it shut with a relock, making a weird noise of grief and guttural as you sink down on the floor and huddle in the heat of Red's gift. It's no good. It's here. (Disquiet) 10 [6]+[2]+[6] = 14 - Failure. You...  ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][60%] [Disquiet] You just sit and stare absently, shaking badly. Tiered apartment. Garish golden-orange carpet with math equations etched into them. Smooth white-stone walls. Sparse potted plants of a weird neon-mint color. Lots of thick black glass balconies and windows looking outside. Couches and tables and chairs of a weird white or black fake leather. All of it very open and minimalist and pretty. You don't care. Zero assessment. You crawl to the first stairwell down and tuck against the black glass, rubbing your fingers over it while you cower in the warm wrap, trying to summon further heat. Bed. You need a bed. You don't care about anything right now except escaping this endless onslaught to just stop moving for one second. You hurt so bad and you're so scared and raw right now. Rest. Need... bed! Bed. There's a bed across the way. The apartment is lit by irregular dim amber lights, the neon carpet eating the photons up to cast a diffuse glow. It smells of weird citrus perfumes. You choke and spit and cry a little, and then drudge your crawl on down the stairs, limping across the living roomish area, past the couch, and up the stairs to the little bedroom alcove. It's so clean and minimal and bare. The bed... weird kind of fabrics to make a big plush neon red quilt. Then there's an equally weird pillow, neon orange plush. Made for dryads. You don't care. Made for Burner. Whatever. You have nothing in your heart but a heavy loathing for being animate and awake, cured only by lumping into the soft bed and hiding under the covers. Red needs you. And you will. It's still early. But you have to heal. It hurts too much. You feel stupid and sleepy and hurt and weak. You're so close to the murder of Burner, and all you want to do is run back crying and hug Kwiat and beg mercy. Thank God the warm apartment and bed allows you to shut it all off. You pull your pack up as a second pillow, gun lain on top. You numbly yank the gift box open; it wafts heat, revealing a dense magic book with metal plate-pages of heated gold, and a thick black cover. It's warm. You hug it. You let the tears out and warm up further, the quadruplicate of the warm environment, Red's shroud, Burner's blankets, and the warm molten book all chasing away the unbearable sad chill that gets past even your heated blood. Body needs rest. Need to recon and catch up to Red. After sleep. After sleep. Please. Some sleep. Gasoline finally draining its last from your popping sinuses. Bones empty of the traces of viability. Too many chemicals. Let it all weep out of your eyes. Rest...  The book glows hotly as you sleep.
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Oct 23, 2023 21:12
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Let's... just wait. No rush. Besides, I'm scared to think how something radiantly evil that corrupts with repeated use would affect passive abilities.
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Oct 23, 2023 21:29
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there are several good choices here, and i do like the idea of getting some molten gold magic however the thought of molten gold coursing through our veeeiinnnsss won me over fake e: wonder if the parasite will like it? they could probably go for a treat by now
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Oct 23, 2023 22:12
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Molten veins is the one thing we absolutely don't want to pick here. Golden stuff corrupts with repeated use. Molten veins is what's giving us our fire immunity, so we're using it all the time and we'll probably keep doing so while we're in Burner's lands.
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Oct 23, 2023 22:20
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[drat. There goes one of the better swords in the game. Humanoid-Slayers were nothing to sneeze at, even if it had its curse. Oh well. The exchange is that the severely out-of-depth boss spawn is gone, gifting access to an apartment along with the drop of the Molten Gold Spellbook. Not bad. Anything Molten Gold was cursed, but it was often worth the price paid depending on what it enchanted. The book would enchant one random thing, whether ability or item, as well as having a chance of teaching its dangerous college of tyrannical magics. An item or active is the most desirable, since those can be controlled easier. All the same it's a help, with Burner's Megalith so close now. Can't get sloppy. Have to let the character rest, and then get ahead of the amassing Sunburner army before it chokes off Hell's Fence. Then it's a beeline for the Megalith... and finding out what it costs to allow a Lord to live as your ally while you march her to grave.]
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Oct 23, 2023 22:43
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Well poo poo, I voted for Red Hand, but it looks like molten vein is going to win. Additional resistance to unholy, maybe? Either way, that'll be interesting to have a passive that curses you every time it's used.
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Oct 24, 2023 00:28
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VOTING CLOSED - Why Cast It Into The Fire When You Can Inject It Let's just hold off on it until later. - 5 Allow it to teach you !Molten Gold Magics. - 5 Enchant 'Blade Majestueux' with Molten Gold power. - 1 Enchant 'Molten Veins II' with Molten Gold power. - 9 Enchant 'Red Right Hand' with Molten Gold power. - 5 Enchant the Zolty Zuit with Molten Gold power. - 4 Enchant the Life Tank with Molten Gold power. - 0 Enchant the Blue Plates with Molten Gold power. - 0 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Oct 24, 2023 03:28
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Blessed with nuclear molten gold blood, that's super metal. And useful too!
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Oct 24, 2023 03:36
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... huh, that was significantly less of a downside than I was expecting. It only corrupting us on preventing Unholy damage is... logical? And it still gives us an active use for Molten Veins. Edit: Wait, does anyone have the rules for Molten Veins handy? I'm not sure how much of a supercharge this is over the original. Randalor fucked around with this message at 03:39 on Oct 24, 2023 |
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Oct 24, 2023 03:37
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Making a note: In case of emergency, give parasite supercharged blood.  fake e: or regular tyranny too i guess.
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Oct 24, 2023 03:38
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That seems like not as bad a downside as it could have been, especially since one of the corruption actions is optional
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Oct 24, 2023 17:04
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That’s pretty good, actually! I believe the differences are: - Fire immunity is no longer conditional. - New conditional immunities to unholy and gold damage (where the unholy immunity risks corruption) and to hellfire. - We can supercharge anything powered by our blood at the cost of corruption.
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Black August posted:VOTING CLOSED - Why Cast It Into The Fire When You Can Inject It I'm busy with work and don't check LP for *two days* and smdh Edit: lol NM read the ability and... Okay not bad. I'm still a bit disquietude how that might go but hey. Good for now Dr_Gee fucked around with this message at 01:26 on Oct 25, 2023 |
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