RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
10-13-2014, 03:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-13-2014, 03:35 PM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
Watson feels the slightest bit better. Like that 3rd degree burn is now a 2nd degree burn! It still hurts quite a bit, but at least he can move his head up!
And weep!
"MY HAT"
aaaaaand he's facedown in the dirt again. Why would you let him remember that? Oh! Oh wait, he's crawling now. Maybe it's not so bad? Whoops. I guess not, apparently. That hat had all his spare silk in it! How can he make another hat now? Someone... someone owes him a new hat. At least his weapons didn't melt and are simply in a nice little pile there. But he can't store them in a Hatventory anymore. Now they have to go into
Watson cringes
Hammerspace. That place into which barbarians toss their blunt little knives and all their other assorted bludgeoning instruments!
Watson tries placing his swords into his Coatpocketspace. It fails disastrously. The swords are dangling out of his pocket like soggy socks, due to the space-altering properties inherent in Inventory Spaces. Watson resigns himself to placing them in hammerspace. There must be someone to blame for this travesty!
He sees a groaning guard off into the distance. Him. Watson narrows his eyes. He is a subordinate of that caddish captain! He walks over to the crater
"Savannah! May I have the honor of talking that man senselessly into the ground?"
And weep!
"MY HAT"
aaaaaand he's facedown in the dirt again. Why would you let him remember that? Oh! Oh wait, he's crawling now. Maybe it's not so bad? Whoops. I guess not, apparently. That hat had all his spare silk in it! How can he make another hat now? Someone... someone owes him a new hat. At least his weapons didn't melt and are simply in a nice little pile there. But he can't store them in a Hatventory anymore. Now they have to go into
Watson cringes
Hammerspace. That place into which barbarians toss their blunt little knives and all their other assorted bludgeoning instruments!
Watson tries placing his swords into his Coatpocketspace. It fails disastrously. The swords are dangling out of his pocket like soggy socks, due to the space-altering properties inherent in Inventory Spaces. Watson resigns himself to placing them in hammerspace. There must be someone to blame for this travesty!
He sees a groaning guard off into the distance. Him. Watson narrows his eyes. He is a subordinate of that caddish captain! He walks over to the crater
"Savannah! May I have the honor of talking that man senselessly into the ground?"
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