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o shit
my skeleton memes have attracted an elder god

Quote from: Doomblade187 on November 07, 2017, 09:07:50 pm

Quote from: Egan_BW on November 07, 2017, 08:58:00 pm

Oh come on. Just increase the weight in its legs by adding more skelebones and move on. No need to get super convoluted here.

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[6] ((i'm using three different methods to roll dice and i'm still getting mostly six mates))

Clacking your teeth in frustration, you wave at the Giant once again. You grind your teeth, however, when it doesn't seem to be getting up. You wave again and again, flicking your bony wrist at the thing as if swatting a particularly impish bee, hoping that eventually the skelelord will be able to get up. You stop when you notice the giant sinking into the ground, shivering, before collapsing slightly, thick conglomerates of bone matter detaching underground as the Leviathan tumbles over. You seem to have made its legs too heavy for it to move about. You groan.

Perhaps Death shouldn't wander too much into the sphere of Creation. Then again, you probably don't care.

JOKE: GROWING KIND OF STALE

((a moment of apathy was had, but watching the anime "Overlord" has helped me get back into the BONE ZONE))

Quote from: Egan_BW on November 05, 2017, 12:44:04 pm

Put the giant back together, and take this as an opportunity to teach it how to repair itself. In case the humans try to blow it up or something.

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[6]

With another wave of your dreadful hand, the Giant, legs stuck firmly within the hell soil, suddenly shifts, raising up above you (well, more above you at any rate) as your dark magics grant it new material with which to feed its existence. Bones are created from nothing as the giant groans with a sound not unlike the creaking of an abandoned door. It stands on two legs once again, but, at once, kneels down immediately after. You see why - the being's already top-heavy figure got even heavier with your spell, packing its bones even denser, and adding several new ones, to boot. The Leviathan staggers, virtually dragging its own body up. It can move like this, sure, but you're pretty sure it won't be able to get much killing done, unassailable abomination of death or not.

SOULS: AT LEAST ONE BILLION, FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY THREE MILLION AND FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND BEHIND
DREADFUL HAND: SPREAD ACROSS YOUR SKULL IN A FACEPALM
GM STATUS: WEEB

Taro stares at Maki's back. His expression shifts between sadness and irritation rapidly. Lithe fists start balling up and shaking. His thoughts shift back from stubborn cogitations of Not scared, not scared, to that incomprehensible stream of consciousness. A shift seems to occur, however, when he presses his earphones back into his head, the thoughts seemingly focusing, like an array of light centering into a single laser, until the rampant images and feelings slow, relax, and then gradually come to a stop.

Unlike the other's transformations, Taro's doesn't come with any exclamations of energy or words of honor and courage, but it does come with a sound, an atmospheric, low-fidelity sound that bursts from Taro's the boy's. Neither does it come with any exciting poses or entrances - the boy shivers, relaxes, and at once finds himself carrying between his shoulders a large CRT monitor, the origin of that atmospheric sound. Taro's hands drop from the sides of the TV, now suddenly furred and spindly, like a spider's. The old television turns on, and displayed on it is the boy's disembodied head, superimposed on a sky-blue gradient. Taro, looking directly at the Zoanthrope, presses a button on his CRT. A new song starts to play, the upper corner of the television revealing its name; the eye of truth.

H e l l o   W o r l d , he plainly says through coarse TV static, and though no other words are said, a message to the Zoanthrope is plainly clear when he starts running towards it again (phasing right through Maki, no less); come and hit me.

Worldline: [(4) 2 4 5 1 5 5 1 5 6]

[bash joke]

Taro's thoughts go silent for a second. I'm not scared, he communicates, before another pause follows. A burst of thought suddenly comes, a streaming cascade of presumably subconscious words and images, too unintelligible to likely even be understood. A second later, Taro bursts out of the woods, arms flailing, running as fast as possible towards the Zoanthrope. He's muttering something, but in the chaos it, like his thoughts, are unintelligible.

Whoare you all? Where areyou all? Does everyone in the Gardrn are powered?