Name: 0cra
Bubblegum Remaining: 6
Favourite Movie or Song: the crazybus title screen™️
>Try and find the stick of gum. Use magic to turn the corpses into a door and christmas tree. Prepare my tommy gun for if I get attacked.
Nuh uh, the gum is gone. ((You failed a mundane task. The penalty for that is loss of gum. Sadly, you cannot replenish gum. You have 5 left.))
[1] Tearing your mind away from the vile clutches of crazybus, you instead focus on what The Incident taught you. You huff, you puff, you damn nearly pop your eyes out of your sockets and shout out a horrendous, mind-blasting formula, shriek out the heinous words of prophets long forgotten and point your trembling, sparking hands to the corpses and finish the cruel incantion with an ungodly roar. Suddenly, the bits of the dead prostitute start slowly flowing towards one central spot in your apartment. You witness her remains first rot, then turn to dust and then into nothingness as time is twisted by your malevolent ritual. In the small pile of filth that are the only lasting remains of the woman you see first a tiny sapling emerge, growing immensely within seconds until it stands as tall as you, a christmas tree through and through.
Satisfied, you turn to the cultists. Their splattered visages displease you, and so you utter an incantation more horrendous than any other. The few sane vestiges of your mind dare question the morality of such a spell, but the overwhelming insanity fueling your unearhtly magic ignores the protest of such an isignificant chunk of your personality. You gesticulate wildly and soon the three dead men start assembling together into a monstrous, bloblike puddle in the corridor. The splinters of the destroyed door are slowly assimilated onto a form entirely new. You gaze as the flesh of fallen men warps into solid wood, slowly erecting door handles and even hinges. Contented, you lean over, grab the door and pop it into the doorframe.
From outside, you hear shouting, clanking of metal and some quiet, muted chanting. You prepare for the upcoming onslaught, grab your Tommygun and wait.
Name: John Jones
Bubblegum Remaining:7
Favourite Movie or Song: Don't Stop Me Now
Chew bubblegum fight my way through costumers to what probably is the last Red Ryder BB Gun©
With a knowing smile, you snort a second piece of gum. You feel a spark of fear in the air. As the queued people slowly turn to see the new meat, you hear a
familiar tune start playing on the mall speakers. You set your sights on the store and see the very last Red Ryder BB Gun© be grabbed by the shop clerk. The attention of the crowd turns to the end wondrous miracle that they hoped to buy. Someone emits a roar of suffering only a mother of dead children or a man without a Red Ryder BB Gun© feels like. A salaryman, waiting with his entire family in the queue reaches his breaking point and with rage of a thousand suns he bites into the neck of the woman in front of him. With little interest you notice him shaping into a being more animal than man. The rest of the crowd at this point drops any pretense of civilisation and starts fighting amongst itself. One woman pulls out a machete from her comically undersized handbag and starts to hack her way through the men, women and children like they were lianas of Yucatan and she was a conquistador in search of the mythical city of Cibola.
You, however, do not fear, for you know that today Freddy sings only to you. You break into a sprint and leap over the werewolf man trying to claw at your throat. You use him as a springboard, jump some ten yards into the air only to elbow slam into a group of knife-fighting youths. Their shanking is stopped as when your elbow connects they are blown away with the energy, being flung into, respectively, a brick wall, a trash can, through a pane of glass carried by two men trying to avoid the whole commotion and directly into the ceiling, getting stuck. The glass pane shatters into a million tiny pieces as the two men sigh and go get another. You do not care for such distractions, however, and run for the store only to slide underneath a hulking, 7' tall man and sweep his legs. You are almost in arms reach of the prize when you see the machete lady put her mutinous mitts on your goal. Thinking quickly, you grab our towel with one hand, spin it into a rope and use it as a whip to snatch it straight out of her hands. She turns to you, murder in her eyes, but you crack your towel whip threateningly and she dares not step closer. As you look around, you see only you, the machete lady and the werewolf man still standing. The wolfman snarls and roars "This isn't over, fool! You shall feel the fangs of the Heinous Hound soon enough!". He turns, breaks down on all fours and runs out the store. You turn over to the woman, only to see her gone, with a note left in her place saying "You have something that I, the Conquistadora, desire and I always get what I want." You turn to the clerk, pay for the Red Ryder BB Gun© and some packaging paper.
You revert your whip back into a towel, tie it around your waist and start jogging home. When you turn the corner you however see several police cars and unmarked black vans parked in front of your dorm. Around them are a several small town dirty cops speaking with their southern drawl as well as robed cultist preparing some kind of godless ritual. They haven't seen you yet.
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