[HEADING=2]Test Subject 004 (Spider RedNight) is dead! Voting will now begin.[/HEADING]
He was once without role and now has become a Trickster.
Tricksters may now act.
Everyone has until July 18 22:00 EST to get their votes in.[hr]
Pardon the delay. Saturday's D&D night. My Scout/Barbarian had some undead freaks to mess up!
He was once without role and now has become a Trickster.
Tricksters may now act.
Everyone has until July 18 22:00 EST to get their votes in.[hr]
The sounds of a scream echo through the lab followed quickly by the nights going out. The abrupt change in lighting leaves you disorientated momentarily as to stumble to a nearby wall to follow. You carefully begin to trace the perimeter of the room you were in until you come to an open door. Its nearly upon you before you notice it. The amorphorous Trickster blob suddenly appears in front of you - its eyes glowing with a faint purple light. One of its many soulless faces stares intently at you. After a few seconds it lets out a slightly moan and the face that was staring at you goes slack. The mass makes its way across the room ignoring you in the direction of the scream. It doesn't seem aggressive but you'll be damn if that thing didn't creep you the hell out. Its blank eyes just seem to be reminding you that soon you'll be part of it.
You brush aside the thought of the creature and proceed down the hallway. The hallway is tight barely even wide enough for two people to stand side-by-side. You can reach out and touch both walls without issue. You've been stuck in the laboratory for quite a while now but you don't remember a hallway like this. Maybe it's just too dark? Ahead you see a bit of light filtering in from a doorway. You decide to enter.
Faint moonlight from the slits of boarded up windows barely illuminate the room. Inside are several culture tubes like the one you originally emerged from. Over one of them preaches a man precariously standing upon a stack of old medical equipment to reach the top of one of the tanks. He has a mass a unruly black hair upon his head. His chin is spotted with a equally unruly beard. A over-sized labcoat hangs from his shoulders - stained with burn marks and some sort of red liquid. He extends a spoon into the tube and drinks deeply from it.
Could use more urea perhaps. What do you think?
At this the man turns and extends the spoon to someone beside him obscured from your point of view by the tube.
C'mon now just taste it. Stop being so stubborn! I'm sorry I took my frustration out on you earlier. This experiment hasn't exactly gone as planned. We got this weird amorphous blob going around eating up all the dead people now. Making my life a nightmare.
He lets out a sigh.
C'mon just taste it, won't you?
He extends the spoon toward the person yet again.
DON'T JUST IGNORE ME!
At this he throws the spoon to the ground.
What's so interesting over there anyway?
He turns and stares directly at you. Your eyes meet - his like little black marbles. He points a finger toward you.
You? What are you doing here? You're not suppose to be here!
He jumps down from the stack of equipment and begins to run across the room away from you. You give chase bit are surpised by how swift the frail man could be and before you even manage to cover a few feet he's left the room. You walk around the tube to see who he was talking to earlier.
You're even more confused than you were before.
You brush aside the thought of the creature and proceed down the hallway. The hallway is tight barely even wide enough for two people to stand side-by-side. You can reach out and touch both walls without issue. You've been stuck in the laboratory for quite a while now but you don't remember a hallway like this. Maybe it's just too dark? Ahead you see a bit of light filtering in from a doorway. You decide to enter.
Faint moonlight from the slits of boarded up windows barely illuminate the room. Inside are several culture tubes like the one you originally emerged from. Over one of them preaches a man precariously standing upon a stack of old medical equipment to reach the top of one of the tanks. He has a mass a unruly black hair upon his head. His chin is spotted with a equally unruly beard. A over-sized labcoat hangs from his shoulders - stained with burn marks and some sort of red liquid. He extends a spoon into the tube and drinks deeply from it.
Could use more urea perhaps. What do you think?
At this the man turns and extends the spoon to someone beside him obscured from your point of view by the tube.
C'mon now just taste it. Stop being so stubborn! I'm sorry I took my frustration out on you earlier. This experiment hasn't exactly gone as planned. We got this weird amorphous blob going around eating up all the dead people now. Making my life a nightmare.
He lets out a sigh.
C'mon just taste it, won't you?
He extends the spoon toward the person yet again.
DON'T JUST IGNORE ME!
At this he throws the spoon to the ground.
What's so interesting over there anyway?
He turns and stares directly at you. Your eyes meet - his like little black marbles. He points a finger toward you.
You? What are you doing here? You're not suppose to be here!
He jumps down from the stack of equipment and begins to run across the room away from you. You give chase bit are surpised by how swift the frail man could be and before you even manage to cover a few feet he's left the room. You walk around the tube to see who he was talking to earlier.