Name:Piecewise Young
Description: Looks like
this.Reason for joining: Wishes he could spend all his time working on his internet games, rather than being used as a slave on planet-7. Since this show promised whatever he wanted, he figures that it's his only chance.
Stats:
Strength:1
Dexterity:5
Endurance:5
Speed:5
Intelligence:5
Luck:5
Will:1
Perception:1
Suddenly it occurs to me that I don't get an endurance bonus without posting. Not that a measly +1/3 means anything.
Kriellya glances up at the offending projectile for a moment, then shrugs and removes it from her head.
Approach Cromwell carefully and choke him out with the helpfully provided shirt. Break his neck when he falls unconscious.
Description: A short, 29 year old woman. Has pale skin and medium length sea-green hair, tied back in a ponytail. Otherwise looks like she belongs in a library, not a deathmatch.
Reason for signing up: Was looking at bankruptcy and eternal ruin, or come die for the people's entertainment.
Stats:
Strength:1
Dexterity:3
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:10
Luck:1
Will:2
Perception: 5
Inventory: Mystery cannon (1 point)
Name: Navarro
Description: Tall, lanky, scruffy looking, and with a back covered in scars. He has had a difficult life and solves all his problems by running away.
Reason for signing up: He wants a guard robot.
Strength:1
Dexterity:5
Endurance:1
Speed:15
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:3
Fuck. Step on this neck with my knife foot.
Navarro, in an act of completely pointless overkill, repeatedly stamps on piecewise's neck and head with his foot. The first few jam the knife back up and out of his foot and stab piecewise in the process. Piecewise, more due to past injuries then the flailing of navarro, finally dies. His shackle plays a loud "Flatline" noise and then releases itself from his arm.
AND it looks like we have our elimination of the night! The Host shouts, And maybe one extra. Mr. Cromwell looks to be on deaths door. Shall we save him for next week or are you tired with him already? Thumbs up or Thumbs down? Cromwell, still barely conscious, can only watch the audience and hope.
Steal someone elses shirt, tear it into rags, ball them up, and throw them at Cromwell.
Steal someone elses shirt, tear it into rags, ball them up, and throw them at Cromwell.
He ain't getting mine! Defend my dignity if I have to!
Playgamer leaps at Radio, completely misses his shirt and promptly bounces down the bleachers.
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Topic: ER: Dead Man Running: Episode 4: Get in here and vote on some Murder. (Read 285515 times)