- Ripley
- Jan 21, 2007
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Yeah, I'm with team Bastienne Balthazar Bux.
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Your father yells without taking his eyes off the football. "Is that you, Bastienne? Come here. I need you to go out for fish suppers."
You look more closely at the football game. A team with green shirts are playing a team with black and white stripes. It is a game from last year. You recognise it because he has watched it three times already.
You point out that you have been out all day and that you badly need a shower.
"Still got your shoes on then," he says, and waves a twenty pound note in your direction.
Go and get the fish suppers.
Tell him to get them himself.
Try to get your mother to take your side.
Reposting stats for new page
Stats posted:
A successful necromancer must manage an array of vital character statistics.
Control: 51%
Energy: 26%
Luck: 55%
Corruption: 1%
Humanity: 0%
You are as anonymous as a necromancer could hope to be.
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Sep 15, 2014 20:19
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- chiefnewo
- May 21, 2007
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Might as well ask our mother to take our side. That way when she doesn't we won't feel bad about turning them into our undead slaves.
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Sep 15, 2014 23:21
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- Automatic Slim
- Jul 1, 2007
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Cowardice won't make us Neighbourhood Necromancers. Take the 20. Keep the change.
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Sep 15, 2014 23:31
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- NAME REDACTED
- Dec 22, 2010
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Eh, just take the 20. It's not like we can do anything about it anyway.
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Sep 16, 2014 02:44
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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This isn't the first time the fish supper conversation has happened. Your father is ruthless when he makes up his mind. The last time, he logged onto his online banking and slowly reduced your weekly allowance until you agreed to go. Better to just succumb to the inevitable—and pocket the change.
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You trudge along the gloomy road to the fish and chip shop. On the way, you pass the hairdressers, an establishment called "Cut and Colour". On their sign, a little rainbow with the wrong colours comes arcing out of the word "Colour".
You automatically touch your head, checking your hair is still there. Last time they cut it far too short. The time before that, the woman was talking to her friend and she made a thin patch at the back. The time before that, you explained what you wanted and they laughed at you.
The chip shop is busy. There are two guys working: a fat one and one with a moustache. You have to wait in the queue for nearly ten minutes, staring at the battered black puddings which have been in the fryer too long, and listening to the slow-moving staff making racist jokes.
Just as you are about to get served, a skinny woman with a bright, fake tan and too much makeup on breezes in. She wears a padded, sleeveless jacket with furry armholes. The fat guy behind the counter stands up straight. "Hello, Al," she purrs.
"What can I get you?" he stammers.
Point out that there is a queue.
Keep quiet.
Squirt tomato ketchup down the back of her jacket.
Stats posted:
A successful necromancer must manage an array of vital character statistics.
Control: 51%
Energy: 33% (+7)
Luck: 55%
Corruption: 1%
Humanity: 0%
You are as anonymous as a necromancer could hope to be.
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Sep 16, 2014 07:10
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- booksnake
- May 4, 2009
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we who are crowned with the crest of wisdom
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Splash some more red on her to go with her clown makeup!
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Sep 16, 2014 08:16
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- Darth TNT
- Sep 20, 2013
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There is a line here. Now get lost or I'll have you play games with my geeky friend!
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Sep 16, 2014 09:49
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- chiefnewo
- May 21, 2007
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Excuse me lady, I thought you might like some sauce.
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Sep 16, 2014 10:16
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- Sighence
- Aug 26, 2009
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Don't wanna play by the rules of basic human decency? Then don't expect their protection. teach her justice, the way only tomato-based products can.
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Sep 16, 2014 23:12
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- Ghostwoods
- May 9, 2013
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Say "Cheese!"
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"When Ketchup Attacks".
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Sep 16, 2014 23:17
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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One of the few redeeming features of this particular fish and chip shop is that they provide unlimited tomato ketchup in a small, squeezable bottle shaped like a tomato. While Al is bewitched by this deep-fry hussy, you surreptitiously obtain the plastic tomato, aim, and squeeze.
A rich stream of ketchup paints the back of her body warmer. It looks like she has been stabbed between the shoulderblades. She is too busy smirking to notice.
As she struts from the shop clutching her bag of battered meats, she leaves a trail of red drips across the floor. You see Al's jaw drop. But nobody in the queue talks.
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Finally, you reach the head of the queue and order three fish suppers. Al shovels out chips which look distinctly undercooked and you point this out.
"Well, if you want to wait a bit longer, join the back of the queue," he grunts. Then he overcharges you for a can of cola.
You're tempted to storm out of the shop. But your father will only send you back and then you'll have to endure this all over again. You accept three hot packets of fish and chips in a thin bag. On the side is written: HAPPY TO SERVE YOU—COME AGAIN!
You move fast with the bag of hot fish suppers. If you can just get home without any more incidents, you can finally relax for the night.
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The quickest route is through the square in front of the pub. Sometimes people shout at you there but they never actually follow you. You're just rounding the corner when you hear a familiar voice. "Come on then, soldier boy!" It's the Kendall kids again. On instinct, you duck into a bush. The branches scratch at your clothes as you peer out to see what's happening.
It's exactly what it sounds like. The Kendall kids are taunting an off-duty soldier outside the pub. A lot of men from The Base drink in there. The soldier laughs it off until Denzil comes up behind him and cracks a plank over his head. Then the three boys swarm him.
The soldier easily takes on two of them at once, locking Denzil's arm and using the younger boy as a shield against Mikey. His foot lashes out, cracking against Mikey's knee. Mikey wails and drops to the ground like an action figure with its leg twisted the wrong way. But Sean steps up behind the soldier, silent as usual. He slips his hand into his jacket and comes out with a thin, gleaming blade.
Yell to warn the soldier.
Throw something at Sean.
Stay hidden until the Kendall kids leave the area.
Stats posted:
A successful necromancer must manage an array of vital character statistics.
Control: 55% (+4)
Energy: 33%
Luck: 55%
Corruption: 1%
Humanity: 0%
You are as anonymous as a necromancer could hope to be.
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Sep 17, 2014 00:14
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- chiefnewo
- May 21, 2007
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"Look out!"
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Sep 17, 2014 00:22
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- Golden Bee
- Dec 24, 2009
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I came here to chew bubblegum and quote 'They Live', and I'm... at an impasse.
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Warn the soldier. He's the only one who hasn't hosed with us yet.
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Sep 17, 2014 02:39
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- tomanton
- May 22, 2006
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beam me up, tomato
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Throw (the suppers)
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Sep 17, 2014 06:16
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- Automatic Slim
- Jul 1, 2007
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"Look out!"
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Sep 17, 2014 07:00
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- Darth TNT
- Sep 20, 2013
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Bastienne used fling! The bully is poisoned.
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Sep 17, 2014 07:06
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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You jump out from the bush and shout, "Behind you!" The soldier's head turns to look at you. A moment of distraction is all it takes. Sean plunges the knife into the small of the soldier's back and twists it. The soldier stiffens in pain and turns, using Denzil's body to knock Sean away. Both brothers fall to the ground.
A river of blood flows from the knife wound, staining the soldier's trousers a dark crimson. He turns to look at you, trying to speak. Blood spills over his bottom lip. Then he crashes to the ground.
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The soldier flails on the ground for a moment, then his body slackens and he goes silent. The Kendall kids get to their feet. Sean retrieves his knife. Dark, gleaming blood drips from its blade.
Mikey pokes the soldier's head. "He's dead, man! You killed him!" Denzil's mouth hangs open.
Sean crouches down and gazes into the soldier's eyes. Then he gets up and looks methodically around the square. There's nobody else around. His eyes stop on you. "You again," he says. A couple of strides bring him close. "If you ever…say…anything…" He lifts the knife. "I'll do the same to you. That's a promise."
"Come on, lads," he says in a low voice. "We were never here." They scuttle into the darkness, leaving you alone with the corpse.
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The soldier's head is turned towards you. The eyes are wide open, unblinking. You can't help but look into them. Something has left. Although you've never seen a dead body before, you're sure this man is dead.
You either need to call the police or you need to get out of here right now. Did anybody see you? Did you drop anything? You fumble to find your phone. As you glance away, a strange, yellow glow illuminates the kerb. What was—
The soldier's left leg is moving. It lifts and lowers, bumping on the ground. After a moment, the right one joins in. His torso twists and his fingers splay. His body rises from the ground in an impossible arc. The entire time, his head remains turned to the side, pointing in your direction. The eyes are dull and glassy.
The dead soldier turns and moves off, reeling from one side of the road to the other. He is heading in the direction of The Base.
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You had better move. Either something very creepy has just happened or living here has finally snapped your mind. You turn and your foot clatters against something on the ground.
It's…a bone. It looks about twelve inches long, rounded at one end, flat and V-shaped at the other. A section of its length has been exposed, the marrow removed, and a clear tube of luminous liquid has somehow been inserted. The yellow-green fluid slides around inside. It reminds you of a spirit level your father showed you when you were small.
The liquid changes colour almost imperceptibly as it pulsates. It shifts between a murky yellow and a pale green. Nevertheless, something makes you want to pick it up.
When you look up, the dead soldier has disappeared from view.
Take the bone with you.
Leave it behind.
Take it into the pub and ask an adult what to do.
Kick it down a drain.
Stats posted:
A successful necromancer must manage an array of vital character statistics.
Control: 57% (+2)
Energy: 33%
Luck: 53% (-2)
Corruption: 1%
Humanity: 2% (+2)
Your activities have attracted some attention.
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Sep 17, 2014 23:57
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- chiefnewo
- May 21, 2007
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Yoink!
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Sep 18, 2014 00:21
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- Ghostwoods
- May 9, 2013
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Say "Cheese!"
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Take the bone. It'll go great with fish & chips.
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Sep 18, 2014 00:36
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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The bone feels dry and cold against your fingers. You glance around the square. It looks like nobody is watching. You shove it into a deep pocket and head for home.
You turn it over in your mind as you walk: You just saw somebody die. Never mind what happened afterwards. You're trembling by the time you reach your street and it's a relief to close the house door behind you.
Your father is now watching another old football game: an orange team versus a blue team. He takes his fish supper without looking at you and snaps his fingers. "Change," he says. You give him the remaining money with shaky hands.
Your mother smiles absently as you hand over the fish supper. She has moved on from bingo to browsing online bead craft supply stores. You stand there for a few moments, staring at them, waiting for them to notice you, to ask what's wrong.
After five minutes, you dump your fish supper in the kitchen and go upstairs.
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You fire up the computer and start searching for pictures of bones. You identify it quickly. It's the humerus, the top part of an arm. A human arm. This is not a comforting thought.
The adrenaline from earlier is wearing off. You're becoming very tired.
What will you do with this glowing humerus?
Smash the interior tube to get the liquid out.
Throw it out the window.
Put it somewhere safe until the morning.
No change in stats.
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Sep 18, 2014 06:57
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- Corzanth
- Apr 8, 2011
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Rawr!
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Break it and find out what's inside.
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Sep 18, 2014 07:01
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- Darth TNT
- Sep 20, 2013
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Adventure game logic tells us to drink a liquid if it's contained in something. So break it open!
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Sep 18, 2014 07:16
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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You line the tube up on the edge of your windowsill and bang it with your fist. It makes a dull clunk. You use your alarm clock as an impromptu hammer and thump it harder. Nothing. On the third attempt, you take a chunk of wood out of your windowsill.
Whatever this tube is made of, it's not glass.
What now?
Throw it out the window.
Put it somewhere safe until the morning.
Stats posted:
A successful necromancer must manage an array of vital character statistics.
Control: 57%
Energy: 36% (+3)
Luck: 53%
Corruption: 1%
Humanity: 2%
Your activities have attracted some attention.
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Sep 19, 2014 01:41
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- Lord_Ventnor
- Mar 30, 2010
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The Worldwide Deadly Gangster Communist President
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Hide the precious.
We don't want filthy hobbitses getting their hands on it, no we don't...
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Sep 19, 2014 01:54
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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quote:
This is a genuine occult artifact. The best place for it is your sock drawer. You put it carefully inside and close the drawer. When you slip into bed and turn out the light, you can see its gentle glow from the edges of the drawer. It feels oddly soothing.
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You lurch, disoriented. It's dark outside. Were you sleeping? Did you just hear something? What time is it? You turn to look at your alarm clock.
The bone is back on your bedside table, its sickly pulse much faster now. It was definitely not there when you closed your eyes. You stare at it. How is this even possible?
You hear a distinct, loud THUMP from your parents' bedroom.
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You creep through the dark hallway, feeling your way along the banister. Your thigh bumps something cold. It's only the fire extinguisher. From inside your parents' bedroom you hear somebody—no, two people—moaning and bumping around.
This would be a definite signal to go back to bed and put in the earplugs except for one thing: the bedroom door hangs open, off its hinges. It has been cracked across the middle.
Peer around the door.
Grab something heavy and go in swinging.
Return to your room, make the bed, and hide underneath it.
Try to slip past the door and go for help.
"Stats posted:
A successful necromancer must manage an array of vital character statistics.
Control: 59%
Energy: 36%
Luck: 53%
Corruption: 1%
Humanity: 2%
Your activities have attracted some attention.
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Sep 19, 2014 02:50
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- Lord_Ventnor
- Mar 30, 2010
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The Worldwide Deadly Gangster Communist President
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Look before acting.
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Sep 19, 2014 20:36
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Your breath sounds very loud as you slink up to the doorway. Keeping your head as low as you can, you peer around the frame.
Your father is still in bed, still wearing his red-striped pyjamas. However, his head is missing. A thin man in a dark formal suit is holding it upside down, chewing on the stringy tendons of the neck. He looks round at you. Streaks of pale makeup cross his face, partly covering its green-tinged flesh. His tie may have originally been black; it is currently swamped by a flood of glistening gore.
Your mother seems to be on the floor behind the bed. All that is visible of her is a trailing, pallid arm and her bloodied ankles protruding over the top of the mattress. A young woman in a black frock straddles her, gorging on what appears to be a large handful of dark spaghetti. On one side of this woman's face, raggedy hair dangles over a sunken eye. On the other, the scalp has parted to show bone. She clambers onto the bed.
The man lumbers towards you. You stumble backwards and fall.
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By the time you find your feet, the two intruders have blocked the landing. You scramble back to your bedroom and slam the door in their decomposing faces.
THUD. THUD THUD. They begin to pound the door. You can already see it straining in the frame. As you look around, your eyes are drawn by the strange bone on your bedside table. Its light is now flickering fast.
Pick up the bone to use as a weapon.
Use the bedside lamp instead.
Try to get out of the window.
Hide under the bed.
Stats posted:
A successful necromancer must manage an array of vital character statistics.
Control: 63% (+4)
Energy: 36%
Luck: 53%
Corruption: 1%
Humanity: 2%
Your activities have attracted some attention.
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