Get up and whip Fuzzy.
Crawl away to the spike room.
Stomp on Joe's left arm.
If he gets NPC'd I better still get a point if I kill him.
Things!
I'm fine with being NPC'ed and letting the next person in, on the condition that if I somehow get transformed back, I regain my position as a player.
[Jack Spd:2-1]
[Joe Spd:3+1]
[Fuzzy Spd:3]
[Derm Spd:3]
[Fuzzy Dex:5+1]
[Joe Dex:6-1]
[Fuzzy Str:2]
Joe starts crawling away, as Fuzzy goes for his arm. Joe is quick, but Fuzzy has the advantage of being on his feet. Again, the blow is square but Fuzzy seriously underestimates the strength in his feet. Joe manages to get halfway across the room as Fuzzy finds himself distracted.
[Derm Pot:2] What looks like a bone toothpick shoots straight forward about six inches from Derm before flopping to the ground lamely. Derm shrugs, then moves to meet Joe with a blow from Chinkberd.
[Derm Str:4]
[Derm Dex:2]
[Joe Dex:5-1]
Chinkberd is still very heavy. Joe sees the blow coming and is able to roll out of the way.
[Jack Dex:1]
[Fuzzy Dex:2+1]
At least, Jack completely whiffing another attack on Fuzzy provides a distraction.
"You'd think one of us could kill the other."
Derm notices an odd shudder in the Chinkberd. It's like it went into a daze, if a halberd-shaped torso could go into a daze.
Venture forth!
Derek smacks the wand against his thigh a couple of times. "I guess it must be broken? Or maybe I'm not magical." he mumbles, a bit disappointed.
"If you're alright entering the room with a floating lava ceiling, I can't really argue."
Derek follows Myra, glancing behind him every few moments.
Derek is pleased to note that slapping the wand on his leg does not cause horrible self-immolation. Surely there's some way to work this thing? Why would a broken wand be sitting around?
The two of you walk into the magma room again. The magma and table are sitting there, unchanged. There's no sign of any trap or hostility of any type. The magma bubbles away peacefully on the ceiling.
Research!
Man, those people down below are pretty incompetent. Let's see what this book has to offer.
[Pot:5+1] A very large gout of fire bursts into being in front of you, nearly singing your eyebrows in the process.
[Pot:6+1] A chunk of solid gold the size of a SUV smashes into the ground in front of you, nearly knocking you over with the vibrations it causes. You'd be filthy rich now if there was any way you could pick this up.
[Pot:1+1] Nothing happens.
[Pot:5+1] A pile of bones appears in the air and drops to the ground. Femurs, skulls, ribs, and that arm bone is about four feet long. Hmm.
[Pot:6+1] A bright colorless glow envelops your head, but quickly fades away. Huh.
Bob bursts into being in the center of the Spike Room. He looks around bemusedly, perhaps looking for players to torment.
Scapheap: Jack - Northeast side, Grand Room {Left hand is foot-long bone whip, tourniquet on stump}
Xantalos: Xantalos - North ledge, Grand Room {Ley lines on body}
Derm: Derm - Center, Grand Room (3/5 Pool) [Chink the Halberd]
Bob: Center, Spike Room
Tiruin: Myra - East side, Magma Room
Lasla: Derek Grimdur - East side, Magma Room [Wand]
FuzzyZergling: Fuzz - Northeast side, Grand Room
Remuthra: Joe Bridger - Center, Grand Room {On ground, ribs broken}
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Topic: The Pit of Magic: A Perplexicon Game. [Oh well.] (Read 376889 times)