The virus spreads, infecting everyone and everything within the hour, all residents, pests, and animals become bent to the will of one and, as one, they moved on those that had so long alluded them, the clones. The attack was swift, one moment they were moving into position to vaporize one person, the next moment the troopers were being ripped and jack was being rather swiftly circled by a tool/weapon wielding mob coordinating an attack on the clones so swiftly and seemlessly that it was difficult to beleive they were even human, their magic sparking and firearms lighting up as hails of bullets and mystical attacks are sent streaming at the currently gathered party, no one in particular targeted
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As Tiny and Theta dilberated matter of life and death, far beneath their feet in the tram systems of the city, lurked a great and methodical threat. Rats chewed on a corpse, a homeless person that had fallen victim to the whims of rich kids that felt themselves too far above such downtrodden, common folk that they were worth of being in the same category of 'human', one of them finding a rather tasty bit of crunch as it made it's way past the man's eye, reaching the skull and stopping, screaming in terror as the feast became a chase and once again reverted to a feast, though for a new diner. As the clone made his proclimation, the lurking threat finished it's meal and moved upwards, into the vents to seek passersby, one Unlucky old woman that was just too hard of hearing to notice the oozing mass sneaking up to her, ensnaring her by the head and dragging her as her shouts of terror were muffled, her bones broken by the force of being dragged into the vents. As tiny made his retort he though might be witty and was sumarily punished in kind, a young woman stepped out of the tram and walked over to a younger male, only about twenty one before kissing him, full on the lips, mouth open and tongues dancing lustfully between them, his senses too flooded to notice the oddities.
As Tiny and Theta dilberated matter of life and death, far beneath their feet in the tram systems of the city, lurked a great and methodical threat. Rats chewed on a corpse, a homeless person that had fallen victim to the whims of rich kids that felt themselves too far above such downtrodden, common folk that they were worth of being in the same category of 'human', one of them finding a rather tasty bit of crunch as it made it's way past the man's eye, reaching the skull and stopping, screaming in terror as the feast became a chase and once again reverted to a feast, though for a new diner. As the clone made his proclimation, the lurking threat finished it's meal and moved upwards, into the vents to seek passersby, one Unlucky old woman that was just too hard of hearing to notice the oozing mass sneaking up to her, ensnaring her by the head and dragging her as her shouts of terror were muffled, her bones broken by the force of being dragged into the vents. As tiny made his retort he though might be witty and was sumarily punished in kind, a young woman stepped out of the tram and walked over to a younger male, only about twenty one before kissing him, full on the lips, mouth open and tongues dancing lustfully between them, his senses too flooded to notice the oddities.
My Cses (as of current)
Rero just sort of stares blankly at the rather obviously bluffing mage, the beetle he'd infested just sort of sitting there as though contemplating it's turn usage before he just simply shrugs inside it's carcace, the blow that would have splattered it all over the field being just kind of... tanked by a random low level mob of little repute. Although, one thing that was begining to bother him was the fact that there were now three heroes, and he'd lost the element of surprise... although, upon further inspection, two of the three were being otherwise occupied, and frankly, the mage's health was ticking down as he watched it so he did what any intellegent mob would do in a mix of time and turn based combat: he waited until the poison delt it's full damage before selecting a ranged attack that came curtousy of a gentle squeeze of a few select glands from the beetle, causing a viscous spray of rapidly hardening material to be jetted at the mage's face with a fair bit of force, inflicting a blind and poison, though it did minimal damage even when compared to the bite.
is this ded?
finally got around to posting >.>
While the heros had most likely heard something rustling in the brush at odd intervals, semi-silently tailing them, with a... lack luster amount of stealth, the brief pause when they were helpless to resist in their so called 'loading time' in the transition between areas is when their pursuer decided to strike. It was a rather grizzly sight as an armored beetle, a normally level 30 mob lept out at them, mandibles open and light purple spittle dripping from it's mouth bits, it's chitonous armor open with a large hole on the bottom, gore sloshing around inside it showing that it was most likely undead, causing it to actually be level forty with the ability to ignore wound penalties and minor regeneration.
In reality, it was merely a dead husk, the parasite slime inside of it by the name of Rero cursing profusely under his breath as he repeatedly chanted to himself "they're going to notice" over and over again, his lack of confidence in the corpse of last years area boss he'd taken possesion of evident to any that could read minds. While his choice in armors was good, The poor little slime had forgotten that his damage was still tied to his own level as the sizable mandibles crunched down on the mage's arm, inflicting a lesser poison debuff and only dealing about 5-7 damage when the loading time ended, barely scratching his total health pool, the nameplate floating in his face reading "Infested: Armored beetle- LvL 10"
In reality, it was merely a dead husk, the parasite slime inside of it by the name of Rero cursing profusely under his breath as he repeatedly chanted to himself "they're going to notice" over and over again, his lack of confidence in the corpse of last years area boss he'd taken possesion of evident to any that could read minds. While his choice in armors was good, The poor little slime had forgotten that his damage was still tied to his own level as the sizable mandibles crunched down on the mage's arm, inflicting a lesser poison debuff and only dealing about 5-7 damage when the loading time ended, barely scratching his total health pool, the nameplate floating in his face reading "Infested: Armored beetle- LvL 10"
Slime name: Parasite Slime
Slime level: 10, 20, 30, or 40 depending on area
Slime personality: Rero Zone
Slime color: Purple, darkens in higher levels, black at Lvl 40
Slime bio(optional): Wears the chitinous carcasses of monstrous insects, getting larger the higher level
Slime type: Normal, gets bigger over time/levels
Drops:
Scaling poisonous reagents, Natural armor crafting components, and a rare dagger with poison scaling.
Slime level: 10, 20, 30, or 40 depending on area
Slime personality: Rero Zone
Slime color: Purple, darkens in higher levels, black at Lvl 40
Slime bio(optional): Wears the chitinous carcasses of monstrous insects, getting larger the higher level
Slime type: Normal, gets bigger over time/levels
Drops:
Scaling poisonous reagents, Natural armor crafting components, and a rare dagger with poison scaling.
sooo... anyone adverse to me throwing some story at this thing?
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