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| 17 Jul 2013 10:01 PM |
You awaken on a bed, a mask attached to your face. Loud machines surround you. You feel weak.
HP: 1/100 Mana: 0/50 Current weapon: N/A
How shall you proceed?
>Enter command |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:02 PM |
| Call out, see if anyone answers. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:03 PM |
| >Attempt to remove the mask. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:04 PM |
"Hello?" You manage to gasp out
No response. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:07 PM |
| >>**Attempt to remove the mask.** |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:11 PM |
| You manage to fiddle the mask off, you start finding it hard to breathe. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:11 PM |
| Try to take off the mask then a bit |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:11 PM |
| >Put the mask back on, and try to ascertain wounds. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:13 PM |
| >Contemplate life as I start to die because the Dungeon Master is slower than turtles drowning in molasses here. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:16 PM |
Insulting the Dungeon master will get you smited, young man.
You manage to get the mask back on, from what you can read on the clipboard at foot of your deathbed, you have cancer of the lungs. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:18 PM |
| >Curse angrily at the Dungeon Master, who has fabricated a disease onto my lungs, as if he were a child with a magnifying glass, smiting ants to oblivion. Look around the alleged hospital room. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:20 PM |
| Whiteness, a pretty nice 20 inch plasma, and a door. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:23 PM |
>Attempt to sit up in the bed, and even if lucky, stand up. Attempt further to look around the room, as the Dungeon Master has done a poor job of his description. He should be posting paragraphs, not fragmented sentences! |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:25 PM |
You have lung cancer and you're barely alive, I wouldn't be able to make out every detail of my bedroom.
You manage to sit up and get off of the bed, now is when you realize you have an IV feed hooked up to your arm. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:27 PM |
| >Look around for a help button, should be small, red, etc, in case the DM doesn't know what it looks like. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:27 PM |
| Theirs a button that looks like a large nurses had on the console beside your bed. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:28 PM |
| >Also contemplate when lung cancer also meant eye cancer, since apparently it means that I can barely see anything. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:29 PM |
| You could have cataracts, or you could need glasses. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:29 PM |
>>Further contemplate why the DM has use the incorrect version of 'There'. Attempt to push the button. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:31 PM |
It apparently activates a two way intercomm.
"Anything you need, dear?" A woman asks. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:32 PM |
>Smile to myself, as I am glad that the DM's lung cancer, that somehow includes cataracts as a symptom, has not given me strange muscle spasms. Say: "Where am I?" |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:35 PM |
| >Say: "Well no $*@!... What hospital? What country? Who am I? What am I doing in here? How stable am I? Are you even a real human being? Am I in the future?" Apparently the DM has diagnosed this woman with a classic case of terminal brain cancer, too. Since she is dull. |
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| 17 Jul 2013 10:39 PM |
Malikah
"Music, Dance, Gymnastics," I stated simply, not that I wanted to answer. I sped up again.
Ivory
I once again glared at her, kneeling down to help. |
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