random.org tonight.
Go buy a sword and gun off the internet or something. Then make plans to eradicate crime from the city.
[6] You purchase a pistol and a scimitar online. [6] Plans made. Many, many pieces of paper used. The owner of these papers is angry. Oh, and since you don't have a house, you are a bit concerned about the rainclouds gathering under the rising sun...
Go buy a vine at a gardening store, and test back at my apartment if I can absorb the cine into me.
Hm...[4] Yes. It doesn't feel quite right, though...
hack phlebotinum website, follow money trail back to source.
[6] Wow. random.org is spitting out 6's tonight. Maybe I should go back to dice.
You do so. You think you've found the source.
Punch a hole through the mech!
[1] Good news: You broke something. Bad news: Something is your hand.
Build elaborate fake missile for dud nuke, acquire thermite.
[3] Fake missile built. [4] Thermite get.
ok since I'm apparently not getting very far in that regard...Start moving, keeping an eye on myself to make sure nothing falls off. Try and find someone who knows what the hell just happened.
You wander around. [5] You notice the woman who everyone seems to be going towards. You shove some people out of the way.
"What's going on?"
"I'm healing people."
"From what?"
"That
bomb that went off! ...You okay?"
"Hm... okay... I'm still not sure what happened here."
Look for another terribly injured guy. Try doing the beam thing again.
Injured people are not hard to find. [3,4] You find someone who looks hurt, a little girl missing an arm and bleeding. Light flows from you again and strikes her; her wound begins closing. She wakes up and looks at you.
"Er... We may want to hurry up with whatever we're doing." Love said nervously. "I think I've shielded us, I think, but there's a lot of them. A lot. May just be that I'm picking up more than usual though, I don't typically try this kind of mass scale mental phreaking. I don't exactly have much to go up against praying mantis bone claw things and fangs the size of my fingers however and knowing this many around us isn't exactly a fun fact for a bored Tuesday." Irving wiggled his fingers visibly for visual reference. "I'll keep screening us from their thoughts though, maybe see if I can influence a few to go elsewhere. Or fight each other, that might trim their numbers down a bit, although might wind up causing more to show up due to the ruckus..."
Talking to himself, unless I missed some part of the plans, Love focuses his thoughts. [6] He gives himself a headache. However, people are seeming to want to avoid him. Success!
I've noticed that not as many people seem to be posting. Any idea why?
