You are in a dungeon.
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- mantrakid1
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'You continue your search through the laboratory and short of innumerable more books and a plethora of beakers and flasks, you are unable to find another instrument worthy of using as a weapon.
- garbage0
I backtrack to the hallway and the other door, petting Dennis and promising him a big sun-snack as soon as we get the fuck out of the dungeon.
- sarahfailin0
After a while of perusing the dark laboratory, I decide it's time to find my way out of here. I look at the glad containers filled with colored liquids and grab the highest one on the shelf, with no idea of what it is. I turn to leave with Dennis and close the door behind me.
I retrace my steps, past my own, sealed cell where the goblins are still squawking vainly, and I approach the only door remaining for me to pass through.
How the heck I got to this planet of Gwar, I have no idea. Why was I imprisoned? Where can I get some clothes or food too eat? This leather glove I'm wearing on my genitals is starting to chafe me, but at least it's keeping me warm.
Clutching my bloody makeshift shiv in one hand, I nudge the door open. My only path to freedom!
- i_monk1
I bump the thread.
- garbage1
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'You wake up shunted into the labratory door with a thunder in your head. This isn't your first chem lab explosion.
Dennis blinks behind a boiling trail of dust from the other side of the room, and you realize that months-long dream was just a few fleeting moments.
The back of your head is wet and warm, and you notice a voice is missing from your head. You start to wonder where it went, but then you feel heavy footfalls in the hallway run up your spine.
- i_monk1
I scramble to my feet and collect Dennis and press the cloth glove into my head wound.
- mantrakid2
Gotta apologize profusely for letting this fall by the wayside.
Things got a bit nuts at work the past few months and then the holidays and now im gearing up for altMBA until mid feb, but if anyone still cares at that point I can probably pick it back up after that!
Really really sorry!
- garbage0
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You wake up again, still shunted into the laboratory door with another thunder in your head. This is your second chem lab explosion.Dennis still blinks behind a boiling trail of dust from the other side of the room, and you realize that months-long dream was just a few fleeting moments. He has made an army of paper dolls out of bookscrap.
The back of your head is somehow still wet and warm, and you notice a voice is missing from your head. You start to wonder where it went, but then you feel heavy footfalls in the hallway run up your spine. They are apparently very slow, but you have a feeling they are murderous.
You also notice the bloated corpse of what seems to be a dead magician. He wears six glowing rings, three on each finger: MNT RKD. Dennis is picking at a bulbous growth on the dead magician’s belly.
- Suspected Inventory:
- Bloody Makeshift Shiv
- 1 Cloth Glove
- 1 Penis Udder Glove
- Leashed Dennis
- Small Coin
- Glass Lens
- Cloth Map
- Army of Paper Dollsgarbage
- Suspected Inventory:
- scarabin1
intrigued by the glow of his rings, i want to inspect them. also would like to inspect the body and its growth to see if i can figure the cause and general time of death. loot the corpse if it seems safe to do so. see if any of the rings fit myself.
scan around for a place to hide
- garbage0
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'Upon closer inspection of the rings, they are jet black, yet radiating a dark light in stark contrast to the magician’s bloated, dead-white fingers. You brush against one, and the corpse lets out a deep, crystalline belch that rattles the entire room.
The shuffling in the hallway halts. Dennis hops back as the growth begins to gyrate and expand. The buttons of the corpse’s robe begin to pop off, and as one flies past your face you realize there’s nowhere to hide. There are hundreds and hundreds of paper dolls filling the room, and you’re either losing your mind, or they are all standing in attention.
- Suspected Inventory:
- Bloody Makeshift Shiv
- 1 Cloth Glove
- 1 Penis Udder Glove
- Leashed Dennis
- Small Coin
- Glass Lens
- Cloth Map
- Army of Paper Dollsgarbage
- Suspected Inventory:
- Wolfboy1
That expanding monstrosity is only going to end one way, I might as well get it over with and take the shiv to it.
- garbage1
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'Leaning forward, you poke the dim gyration glowing in the dead magician’s belly. There is a caesarean pop, and you lose your balance, falling shoulder deep through the corpse. You don’t feel the bottom, but you do feel a prickling sensation that crawls up your arm and settles on the back of your neck. You’re pretty sure it said “Mama”.
Face down, you see the paper dolls righting themselves and standing back in attention.
The footfalls in the hallway are now retreating.
- garbage0
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