[SEASON 2] The Stalkers RPG - Main Action and Team Status [ENDED... FOR NOW]

[Suicune's Fire]

Search (48d) Floors 31-40 <UNSEARCHED>

Balek Manufacturing Plant is not a pretty sight. The smell is also rather undesirable, and as you make your way to the thirty-first floor, you wonder if you're going to come across a body to explain the source of the stench. You also think it's possible that part of the floor or ceiling might collapse. As you begin your search, you find nothing, however, and keep moving as the air grows colder.

You become a little concerned as you venture further up, as the closer you get to the top, the icier everything becomes. You notice that the walls are glistening with a thin layer of ice, and at one stage, you step on a sharp icy rise. It's also darker as more windows are boarded and covered, so you activate the torch you brought with you and shine it about. You curse a little when a stalactite above you shatters right in front of you and splinters into millions of shards. You pick up your pace and enter a room with walls encased with ice. The sight is a shock to you, and you wonder where the ice came from.

There is a glowing switch on the opposite side of the room which tempts you in, and although you feel hesitant about entering, you do so anyway and head closer to what you imagine is a type switch similar to ones your teammates have found in other locations. Its green energy clues you in to the fact that you probably can't activate it.

Object {Type Switch: +Grass+} was added to the Team Records.

Suddenly there is the sound of a crack, and one of the giant stalactites above you snaps and plummets toward you. You shriek, unable to do a thing as it crashes into you and smashes against your body, sending a shock through your entire nervous system as your front slams against the floor. Another mound follows, shattering in the centre of your back and causing you to yell out in pain. You can feel your life energy rapidly declining as you struggle to remain conscious, and manage to hang on by the smallest of threads.

Felix has suffered 4 points of damage to Health.

Your entire body is screaming as you force yourself upright and high-tail it out of the room. You limp all the way back to base, still feeling the sting of the super effective hit. You know that if you hadn't been susceptible to ice, it would have affected you to a lesser degree. However, there is nothing you can do for now, so you let your teammates know what you found and remain in the safety of the quarters for the remainder of the day.


Felix the Archeops (M: Rock/Flying)

Health: 1/5
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Science | Learned Abilities: Investigate
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

Shortly after we arrived Udipheign said that he had a strong lead on one of the stalkers and that he would need some help from us once he secures the final piece. I should follow up with him and see if he's gotten all of the information he needs.

{Interview (Mission): 3. Udipheign the Drifblim}

You find Udipheign on his lunch break at his workplace, Greendash Restaurant. He is halfway through eating it when his eyes go wide at your appearance. At first he tries to flee, but then he seems to realise who you are. The fact that you are also a Ghost-type appears to settle him further. He sets down his lunch and approaches you.

"Y...you're here because you know I need help, right?" he asks quickly, his eyes darting left and right. "I know. I just know he's a Stalker. Th-there's something on the same floor where he lives. Something locked inside a locker; I just know it. There's also his workplace--oh, his suspicious workplace!" You ask him to slow down, so he takes a deep breath, inflating his balloon-like body further. "Talm the Throh. He's so suspicious. He lives on the thirty-ninth floor of Jetstone Apartments; you have to check it out. He works at Dhalshaw Laboratories now, but he used to work at Rhombus Medical Research Laboratories, right, where weird things have been showing up. Also, there were rumours that he was fired for being 'clumsy.' I think he was destroying evidence on purpose--evidence of his toxins and his poisons that he uses to kill people! There's a Stalker who does that, you know. And I bet he's it!"

The Drifblim rotates his body a few times, clearly paranoid that somebody is watching him. He turns to you again. "Go check it out, please. I couldn't live with myself if I knew he was a Stalker and said nothing about it!"

Udipheign gobbles up the rest of his lunch and enters the restaurant through the back door, leaving you alone.

MISSION OPENED: Investigate Udipheign's Stalker lead.


Kames the Lampent (S: Ghost/Fire)

Health: 4/4
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Repair | Learned Abilities: Investigate
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[ErIf s'eNUciUs]

Search (78) Valcon Glassworks.

Valcon Glassworks. Where Uru ̶͔͍̞̞͚̂ͬ̀͢ͅw̷̸͓̪͓̬̠͉̭ͫ̑̀͛ͨ̑ͥ̇o̸̡̡͕̮̝̼̭͌ͪ͋ͅŗ̣̽͊̏ͨ̾ ͖̦̩͎͙̩k͓̮̑̋͊͒̓̾̽̔͗e̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝d̘̮̤̟̂̈́͒̈́͗͗ ͓͖̠̲ before he was taken. Taken in by the Stalke̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝rs, destroyed by their claws and spine̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝s and weapons and tools and had his mind ravaged. It is a sad thought, that once he was fre̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝e and now he is a prisoner.

He should always u̝͓̦̎̇̇̌̄̇ͤl͊̽ͫ̏̾d͑̈̉̈͛ ̹̲͇̰̭̾ͦ͒̇ͅa̠̗̪̙ͬ̈́̄ͅl͍͈̪̼̦̠̗̾̔̈́w͚̮̝̺̤a̱̝̣͇ͯ͛ͥ̍̊y̦s̃ ͕̱͒̋͋̽ ̫̣͙ͬh̖ͬa͔̱̬̥̜̩̼̓ͨṿ̝̽̆͊e͓͛͗̿ͦ̈ ͍̭̦̩̦͉̑bͥe̪͍̳ͮ̐̎ė͍̯̰̫̺̳̩ͥͯ̊ň̞̞̦ͫ̎ ̤͉͙̓̓̒ͥͣ͗͑ǎ̺̞͑͊͆̒̆͒ ̩̖̫̳̹͒̈́p̲ͤ̓͊̒̋̄ͦr͈̳̙͊̌̔ỉ̩s̘͎̪̝͙̈́͌ō̦͉̯͍̪̱ͩ̉͋n̈͆ͭ̚ ̒ĕ̟̘͈̅̍̈̈́͆r̿͑.̞̣̍̐͂ͮ̇ͮ̈
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̟̜̬͆̍ͦ̂̚ͅA̗̋̾r͔̳͙̞͑ḙ̭̯̰̈́ͫͤͩ ͍̮̆ͩ̎ͭ̐ͫyͭ̌͛̔͌̊̇o̗ͤͧ͌ͦͩ͛ͪu̮̘ͭ ͍͙̥̝͎̾̔ͭ̏̓ͮa̜̥͋̀͒͗͑ ̩̭̝̌p͕̠̫̼̘̝̰̿́ͧͨ̀̂r͊̏ͥͦi̖̬͗̃ͬs͉͉ͥ̂̅̐̄o̠̹̗̲ͪͪ̑̓n̒ͥͬ ͮ̐̐e̳̣͈̟̓r̜̾̌̈ͯ?͍̟͎ ̬̠D̙͗ͣ̑͆ͤͧo̻̤ͩ͊e̟̤̩͈̬͂͌s͚̉ͦͥ̄ͣͣ ̬̖̳͍̫͋ͤ̏̊̂ͅÿ̥̜̞̺̩̹̮́͑ͮ͛͊̑o̐͆̊u͓̭̩̺̽̔́̔ͯͯͩr͕̜̂͊ ̼̝͇ ̗͓̘̤̜̫m̬̦͖̟̝̻͕͛̑ͩind ͇̻͓͎̇͂ͫ̆́f̗̰͈̂̈́̾̎̏e͖ĕ̮͎̬̉͋ͪ̈́̅ͨl͙̊ͩ̉ ͙̭̯̘ͦͦ͛fͪͥ̓̊̄r̲̠̖̜ͥͅe͍e͗̀ͪ?͉̫͎̱̺̑ͮͣ ͕̹͔̪̾̈́̏͆D͙͚̅ọ͖̙̩́̋ͤͪ̒̿̚ ̮͈͙̇̽ͬͪ̆̀̚y̭̿̋̐́o͖̭̩̥̞̱ȕ͍̦͈̪͕͒ͪ͗͛͑͐ ̘̥̫̯͔͎ͬ̿ͯ͂̚suffe̺͑͐̃ͤ͛̊r̝̭͐̈́̏̔̉͂ ̣͍̭͉̞̳ḭͧ͆͛͐n̠̱̭̣̞̦̏ͨ̀̂ͩ̚ ̗͉ͯ̑̈̀ͤ̔ͤy͍͍͍̺͕ͨ̋ͅo̹̜̣̝̜ͬ̔̇̃̿u̘̖͖̪̺̔̽̆͐ͅr͂ͣ̐͊̌ ͓͌̚ ̥̈̄ͤ͋̓o̭̯͇̤̟̩ͬ͆̍̓w̯̦̳̰̘ͅn̦̥̖͇̹͙͆̇̆̓ ̹̝̰̭̬͇̀̈͌̈́̑h͚̝̙̜a̠̠̓ͬ̄ͨn̗̍d̹̠͕̜͕̉̔ș̼̞̣́̇̑͗̀̄ͧ?̿̎̚ ͉͋ ̺̣̮͎̎ͯ̓ͦ̋̅H̲̰̯̣̬͛ͧ̿́͛̈͋oͫ͐̓o̝̲͎͉̹̮̒f̲̪̜͔͎͎̬̎ͨs̱ͦͅ? ̞͖̝ͣ̃͂ͅ ͉̤͍̺̣̩̒̀̾T̓ͥ̆̏ͨ̊̒a̲ͪ́̆̚l͚͖̞̪̀̈ͭ̈́͒͗͒o̲͙͑̓͂n͌̽ͣͣ̒sͯ̈ ̣̟͈?̘͇͙̻̠̇̌ͮͩͦͅ ̝̮̱͓̥̦Fins̾ͯ̉͂̎̏?̮̖͕̲͈ ̼͎̘͍̯͒̀͐O͙̦ͬͨ́r̦̗̮͉̾̈́̀ ͕ͯ̃a͇͎̞͛r̘e̍̀̾ͣ ͚̠y̭̤̻̖̲͓ͮ̓̐̅ö̤̉̿ű̝̝̹͙͈̰͍̽͆̿͂͒ͪ ̤f̬̤̬̲̖͎̙̉͛̚r͕͙ͫ͊ͣͨ͆͐e̬̯̝̩̳͈͎̔͆͒ͤ̐e̅̓̑ ͭ̔͊͋́̿t̠̰͗ǒ̉̐ express ̤̠̜͈̊ͧ̇y͇͎̮̞ͪ̀o̝̮͓̰̮̮͒ͬ̓u̼̯̰̯̭͈̳ṟ̮̟͈̆̎̅͑̑s̯̯͉͍̰̘͔ e̤̒̑l͎͎̘̘̊̓̅͑f̺̙̯ͭ́̏ ͚̙̟̜̭̅̃l̝͉͙̳̦̪͍͑́̓ͨ͒ͧỉ̹͍͈̝k̻̥e̩̬̝̼̜̾ͥ́͋ ͙̦̰ͅa̠̪͍̳̐ͅ ͕͍̗̬͐̍̎̔̎ͬs͙͚͐ṁ̯̎̋ͬ̚aͩl̬̠̗̰̺͛̄̌̇̇l̀ͮ̋,͕̓̇̃̆ obedient ̿̉̌D̬̫̎ͧͤ͆̉ͩe͕̦̤̟ͥ̄̈̄ͫ̑ͮe̲̟ͤ̆̾̅̃̿r͈̦̫̱̹̮ͅl͍͍ͦ̾̉i͙͚ ͍n͍̣̳̱̣̣͚͐ͩ͑ĝ̻̞̝̥̂̎ͭ ̣̘̯͙̏̌͐̉̇̃ͨẉ̭̭̘̙̖i͕t̗̺̯̪̳͍̃ͬ̑̉͐̒̍hoṷ͖̮̠̪͂̓ť ̺͚̘̇ ̠̠̯̬̹̜̺̀̃a̹̜ͪ̎̓͑ ̦͛̄ͧ̚t̬͔̻̄͌ͬ̽h͉͇͎̩̪́̈ͯ̽o͛̈́̐u̜̪̘̼̮͖g̩̳̥̦͆ͨh̫̏̌̃̇̊͊̔ ̲̗͎̘̫tͪ ̍̋̉ͨf̺̗̺ͯ̋ͤ̐̊ỏ͎̮̠̲͓͇͑͛ṙ̠̭̩̪̹ͦ͆̇̂ ̘͎ͦ͌̌̓̿ͤt̤͗̓ͮͣ̒͊̽ͅh̖͉̗͖͇̬̙̒͐̇ͯ̄ḙ̣̭͎͔̖̎̌̆ͬ̓͊̎ ̩ͥͧͥ̈́̏c̗͚̞ͪ͒͋̆ͯḁ̩̝͇͋̊̔̓́̽͋g̮̭ͨ͗ẽ̖̜̙̗ͣ̓̑d ͕̺̮̪̖ͥ̏̇ͅl̩̓ͬͯͬ͂i̯̫͙͐̓͐̂̈̇f̬͗̔e̯͇̤̥̞͖͌̽͌ͮͦ̊ͅ?̳̈́͒͆̀ ̳͖̜ͅ ͎̑D̻̥̬̰̳̫ͫ̇̾ͦo̬̜͔͍͙ ͛̇̐́y͓̖̋͌͛̿oͣ͌ͩù̾̍̈́̇̃ͫ ͪ̓ͦ͊rebel? ̦̩̺̮͉͕̃̈̍I͎͆̍ͪs̗͕̞̰ͥ̀ ̲̘̉ͤ̍tͧ͗͋͛ͩͬ̌h͕̮͕̥̐̊i͖̰̗̒̀̍̚s͚͚ͯ̎ p̗̫̻̟̾͆̄ͩ̚l̩̖̹̜͖͖͗̊ͭͭ̉̚ac̺̩͋̒e͋ ̜̫͍̹̞̎̍͆̓r̗̟̩̭̺̝̗ͩͫ́́ͨͤ̓e͈͉͈̊ă̝̌l̲̖̪͙̫͈?̽͂ͣ͐̾ ̳͆

You touch the real place. It feel̩̓ͬͯͬ͂s real. But so does the ringing in your ears, the blurry visions probing your mind and the questionable voices telling you things. I am here. I am there. I am gone. Where am I? The Valcon Glassworks building is boring. It's not worth the looks, but around the back, ah, now that's where you want to go! Frol̩̓ͬͯͬ͂ic there, Deerling, frolic to the back end where the ̬͔͈̤̝̍ͦt̀̏w̬͍̉́i͓s͚̞̬̾t̟̥͖̘̣̚e̵̘͙̜͉̘̤ͪd̞͛ͯ́͒̓ͧ ̼͈̭ statue rests and speaks to your mind.

C̩̥̝̪̬̬̔͠o̗̻̣̜͊̈́̚m̲͙̠̻̖̹ͪ̂̍e̋͏̠̣̹.̲̣̬̤̠̯ͯ͗ͪͥ́ͨͨ ͖̹͉̥̈́̈̽ͨ̌͡C̰ͤo̧̦̲̤̹͙͍͌̀͂͂͒m̸͚̭͖̠̠͉̎̅͂̄̊e̩͔͕͂͐͒ ̣,̧̙ ̸̣̖͙͔͚́̓̊͋ͣͅD̺̯̫͌̀͛ͩ̿͛ͅe͕͚̳̺̬ͮ͋ͬ͌́͑̾er̯̽̍ͨ͌̅̂l̼̓͟i ̞̯͈̜̜̻ͪͭ̎n̸̲̙ͤg̶͈ͦ.͖̆̽͌̉̒ͧ̊ ̸̩̱͉̳͎͚͛C̩͖͇̰̟̹ͣ̅ͩ͆̔ͅỡ̘̗̥̝̳̗̇ͣ̒m̩͉͈̲͚̃ͩ͜e̅͑,́̊̿̉ ̳ ́S̯͕͕̞̣̤̔ḁ̱͒̓͂ͭ̂͊͆m̶͎͎͍͉̱̫̭.͇͚̣̰̝

You go. You do; you walk one step̦̗̪̘̌̋ ͫ̔á̝̗͖̬t̶̟͚̣̤̘̏͆̊͗̆̀ ̡͓͕̣̩̰̦ͯa̖͌ͭͦ͝ͅ ͓̆̑̃̓́̐t̻̰̞̣ͩͬ͋̉ͮͣi͔͇̥̐̒̈́͊̋ͥͦm̩̪̻̏̊ͭ̀ͥe̜͂ͣ̍͂ͦ͜ ͖̣̠͕ͦ̍ͧ̈́̑with ̵̼͔͔͛̃̀͌̽̒͑ͅḁ̛̖͔͛ͩ͌ͩ̑̊̚ͅ ͕ͯͨͦͯ͛͗c̲̯̝͆̋͒ͥli̹͑͋̿͜p̳̭̲̞̳̝̗͑̾̈̊̋͛-͑ͬͤ̿c̝͙̪̤̦͎͇ͣ̆͛ͮ̍͊͐l͖͖͇̞̲ͤͭ̽o̲̞̺̯̜̪p̧͔̟̃̈́̈̅̓ͅͅ ̣̖͇-clop, clip-clop, like the sound of rain drops hitting your head. .̠̺̣͓̩̇͑ ̩ͦ͐ͨ̉̃͆H͇̩ͪ̆̊̕i͈̠͕̺̝͇͉͋̽̒ͭ̊t̃͜,͔̊ͥͪ̃̅ͬ ͎̟̘̺̮̪̐͑ͥͤ̊̈h̰̹̩̟̜ͮͧ̀i̲̥͈̯̝ͨ̇̔̐̕t̗̞̩̬̙̣ͩ͗ͥͫ̑,̍ ͖ ̵͈̘̘̍̊ͅh̻̘̭͚̲͡i̴̘͇͈̙͋ͥ̑̒̉̑ͣt̠͈͇̮̦ over and over. Then you really are hit, and your nose starts to bleed.

A sta͖͍ͬ̐͊tuĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘, some kind of monument, a to̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍mb of sorts. Dead children, c͇̥̓̓̕͝arved and sliced and butcherë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡d bë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡cause they were wanted by someonë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡. Wanted by her. By Extol, Extol, the Stalker who owns this tomb, this place, this interesting statue which beckons memories from the depths of your mind. As a͖͍ͬ̐͊ small Deerling, you see yoursĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘lf stabbë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡d in the leg, the side, the neck. Your spinĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘ c͇̥̓̓̕͝racks, your blood swirl̩̓ͬͯͬ͂s, your eyes bulgë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡. One pops from your hĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘ad and rol̩̓ͬͯͬ͂ls away; your ear is c͇̥̓̓̕͝ut frë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ and your ba͖͍ͬ̐͊ck left leg becomes someone's souvenir.

Your hĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘ad is m͖̜̱͖̤̂̂͋̽o̸͇̭̘͚̗̬̺ͨ̊̑̇̅͋̐ǘ̘ͨͮͣnͩͯ̓ͤ̀̍̚t̛͈͈̯̙̹͊̓̚ ͕͎ĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘d̺͔̣̳͉͛ͦͣͧ̒ ̖o̹͓̘̿̐̀̄n̶͒̋͋͂ͪͩ̂ ̗̪̅̐̓̈̊ͫ͟ͅa̶̘̫̥̺͈ ͙̠̼͔̳̫̪̾̌̔ͨ̈͝w͛ͯ̓̄̀ͩͪ͟a̺̲̗̪̩̪̞̓̿l͔̳͎͗̌ͥ͌̋͋lͤ͆̈ ͮ̃̎ A sick game of death is a massacre to you and a ho̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍bby to another. Your tears mix w̲̠͖͎̿ͥ͆i̮͚̳̞ť̎̆ͦ͊͑̎҉͎̟͔͖̗̭ḣ̪̞̹̊ bloo̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍d. Your bra͖͍ͬ̐͊in is being torn open, disregarded like the sc͇̥̓̓̕͝um you are becausë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ you are not one of them. Werë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ you one of them, you would be worth something. Yet you are a c͇̥̓̓̕͝rea͖͍ͬ̐͊ture of the other side, the side tha͖͍ͬ̐͊t loses, the side that isn't protected, the side that means n̲oṯ̪h͛̋ͯ͐ͣ̆i͓̦͉̜͈̪̺ͬ͑͜n̲̲̊̎̅ͨͣ̔̀g̳̣͈̤̑.̩̗͉̫͉͗ ̪̭ You mean nothing. Your world is nothing.

You remember no̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍thing.

S̭͉͍̘̘̮ͥͭ̾ṭ͎̮̗̓̍͝u̹̪̒̊̓̍̌̇̚p̯̞̯͈̤͔̑ͪ̈́̉̓̚i͇̒͑͆ͩ́̉ͣ ̹͚̹̦ͅd̙̙̙͉ ̴̲̗͛̌̃́̓S̻̘͚̳͗̊ͪ̈̓̓am h̞̹̲͍͕͔̍͢ạ̘̺͔̙̲͂s̲̮͚̼̪̒ ̛̺̓͆͂̐ͮș͓̻̼̜̐̌̌ͦu̪̩̘̟͓̭ffe̦̭̼̭͕̝̬̔͐̿ͬ̌͝ř̨̬͚ͥͧ͊ͤ̚ ̞͈̰̺ed̞͔̜͖̫̘̬͡ ͜ 2 points of damage̾̀̄̌̒ͨ to Sanity.

̦̝͕̳̣̻̄̃̇̇͛͑̑T̠̹̤ͩ́̏̆͗͠ẖ̛̪͉͗ǐ̴͚͙̥̖ͧs͔͓̋ͬ͋ͮ̚ͅ ̻͎ ̛̼ͧt͛ͬͩͤ͝o͐̎̉͑mͩ́͆̐b͉̙͍̦̻̼̳̍̊ ͉̲͋͌̍ͨ̂̄͑͡i̢͔͇͎͍̤ͪͅs͈̹̙̩͔̺̓̎̐̇ͤͦͮ ̸̦ͤͥ̓͆̎̌m̻̯͙ͪ̄̒ͨe̪̙͔̝̮̐̀̈ͤ͛ani̭̖͍̻͉̞ṇ͉͖̻̹̠͆ͮ̋́́gͥ ̝̣̙̠̲͎ͣ̊͆̂̑̀f͕̻͈ͮͯ̅̔ͦ͋u͍̓̓ͨ̎̔̚ĺ̖͚̙̯̠̋ͩ́;̤̪͉̥̝ ̖̰ ̤͖͋̂ͩ͛̅̍ͨy̟̞͕̼̼̻͈̏̿ͯͤ̓̓ͭo̲ͬͩ̎u͆̂̆̒ͪ̔͗ ̮̭̦̐͝ͅk͝ͅn̻̞̒ͥ̀̈́̇ỏw̴͍̲̰͕͔͔̣ͧ̊̋̊̎ͪ ̵͕̞̆͗̔t̯̟͇͚͉͂ͯ̊ͫ̑͠h̞̰͚͙̍ͤͦaͭ̐̔̒ͧ҉̟͉̟̘ͅt̩̹̪̖͒ͭ͊ ̫̞ ̣̋ͭ̋̃y̸̻̝̬̠̆̐ͥ̈o̠̥͐̌̃͐ͤu̐̚͠ ͯ̂̚c̫ͧ̈͊̒ͦa̤͙̠̿ņ̩̺̝̰̖ͭ̂̽ͅ ̴̫͖̃̉ͬ̐ͫ̄d̪̮̜̦̻̬o͋̓͑̽͑ͤ ̴͍͍̬̞ͧͯ͊ͣ̇̏̑s̵̗̮̹͛̆ͤo̗̼̊̽̍ͦ͆m̫͇̭̟͚͚͒͂ͬe͙̝̤ͯt̨̎ͦh̍ͤ ̤͍̰̝̽i͖̰̗͓̺ͤ̄ͫn̶͎̭͔̼͙̥̄̅͛͆̏ͪg̳̤̳͖͖̹͒̃̈́ͤͪ͌ͧ ̻̦ͩͥ͘ͅw̷͎͕ï̬̳͓ͅţ̼͈̦̲̺̯̮͗̌h͓͔̞͖̟͈̪́̈ͤ̉́ ̷͓̳͚͇̠̼̃̈́ͬ̃̈i͔̺̗͍͎̝̽̏ͧ͂̔̒͡t̮̚͢ ̜͎͇̙͙ͥ̿̚l̥͎͙̮̜͇͒͗ͬ͂ͧa̠̙̤̻͉̫̐ͣṱ͈͓̌ͣe̊̒͏̝͈r̿̔̅̃̿ͪ͒͝ ̻͔̪͈,̻͍̥̜͙͔̱̔̂ͭ ̍̽ͨͧ́ẅ̤͗̈́͜h̤̳ͨ͜e̚n̟̲̓̓̑̈̈ͥ͜ ̡̠̭̝͉̓̔y͚̰͐o̵̰̠̗̊u̮̖͕̠̩̠͗ ̛͖̥h̯̳͖ͪ̃͛a̱̤̺̖̱̫ͮͬͤ̐̇ͯ̓v̓ͤ́ͨ̃e̝̭̪̠̎ ̙̠͒͛̐ͅtͣ̓̾̈ͬ͊̚h̫e̻͇̤ͮͫͥ̏͗̚ ̥͎̜̭̹̃r͕͉̬̮͢i͕̞̠͈̿̍̾̉͛̏̑͝g͚̞̼͑ͦ̃͐͒ͦḧ͍͎̙̲̝́͋̅ͨͬͧ̋tͧ ̬̺̗̬͙̺̜ͪ̂ͨͭ implements ,͎ͧ̌͗̈́ ͣͪ̾ͮṫ̴̤̭̯̬͇͍̩̑ͮh̝e͍̓ ̻̬̣͔͉kn̹̘̬̣ͣ̈́̅̍͒ő̳͓̰͠w̵̲̪̰̺̫͇̹̓̍ͦͯled̳̺ͦ͋ͧ́̊̄͝ͅg̀ ͍e̷̩̞̪͎͙̟̫̓̈͊̒,̞̪̙̯̥̖̑ͥ͆̾ ͉̫̦͇̪͚̰ͥͣtͫ҉̥̝̲͔̺͎͈h̴͆͆ͨe̓͋͊҉̣̪̙͙͉̤ ͪ̓̐͏̙̗̪̯̞̣m͙͋͡e͡a̗͔̰n͔̤̦̘ş̰͕̝͔̲͖̝̓̅ͯ̽̈́̃ ͎̗̓̓̌tͭ͋̚ȏ̼͈̬͉̰̹͖͆͊̽͡ ̰͙̺̗̳͔̾͑ͅc̢̠̙̞̯̄̽͋͑oͬ̍̆͛͋͡m̴̪͔͖ͧ̂ͫ̏ͣͬ̈́p̵̲̥̟͂̒l̦̋ͩͬ ̘̹͓e̵͈̾̆̚ţ̗̮̫̦̹̺͖͂̈́̊e̸̗͇̗̙̹̅ ̤̲͈̖̻̪̈́̋ͥ͑a̡̩̼̺̼̅̃̔ͦ̈́̈̃ ̞͕ͦ͆̉͐̐̃ͨ̀t͈̯̙̝̘͊ͯ͑̅ͧ̌͢ask ̡ͪ̀ͧ̅y̦͖̩̥ͣou'̡̰̞ͧͯͥ̂r͈̰̤̣͗̏e̢̲̺͎̰ͅ ̼͇̒y̲̟̘̮̙͖͑̓̈̓͘e̟̝̱̬̼̰̼ͤ́t̜̍͋̍̓̌͢ ̻͢t̴̊o̬̹̲̰̔̚ǫ͚ͣ̐̉͗̑̆ ̩̗͚̗̳̻̰p̈ͬͯ͘a̺̼ͪ͛̾̆̈̃̄̕ț͂̉ͫ̀̈́h̵̺̰͚̫̖e̜̙̖̬̼̰ͦ̇̋͒ͨ͞ t̬̟͍͒̒̆̉̚i̢̻̟̰͕̘̝̦̿̍̊̿͗c̭͎̠ ̲̜̎ṭ̛̜̗͚̹̮͙ͤͣͭo̸̖̜͑ ̢̹̉ͨ̈̏͑ḏ̞͂̽ͭ̒̎̅͡o̬̦̬ͣ͌ͦ̑̐̎͐ ̒ͩ͏ȁ̞̗̓̾̄͊nyt̞͕̹̦ͣ̇̍̄͑͘ẖ͉͑̆̍i̱͓̠͍͇n̨͖̿̉ͪͩͫg͓ ͕̦̹ ̘̻͚͔͙̼f̤̪̘͒̄ͥ͢oͯͫ̔͝r̍ͫ̐̒͢.̣̌̄ͭ̈́ͤͯ̑ ͖̙ͨͪͫWhy ͈̈̂̃͊̉d̘ͮͥ͂̓ͮ͊̓̕ŏ̠ͫ̐͊e̤̟̫͂͒͘ͅs̡̼͕̭͎̙̳̎͗ͨ͗ͦ̽̍ ̥͇͉̬̞̱̂̈͆͛̽̚i͇͚̠̲͓̭͝ͅt̛͇̝̊̆͐ͩ͆̓̑ ͔̻h̡̟͙ͫͯ̇a̓ͧͦ̀͝v̗̱̰ͩ͊ͦ́̚e̹̳͖̱ͮ̊͊ͫ̄́ ̙̣̞͍͉͌t̸̟͕͕̺ͯ͛ͩͩo̭̦̬͑̈́̑̓͘ ̦͉͔̘̪̗̕b̭̽̂̆ͥ̈e̱̳̰͔ͩ̔͗͗̓ ̫̭ͮ̎͆̾̇̅t̉̽ͧͯ̉ͤͩ͏h̩̩̖̩ͯ̆̽í̥͔̰́s̞̟̞̠̉̋ͪͣ͆͘ ̳ͬ̈́̀̈́w̰̦̲͖̰͈͙̓̌a̪͞y̮̱̪̫͗̀̊̋͗ͭ̚?̦̭̬̦͍͔̬̿ͦ͞ ̶̔C͂̓͑ͥ̇ͨͪ͡á͖̆ͥ̄͆̈̑ń̬͑̍͘'̺͎͉͔̣͋̔͊̌̂̽t̂ͣ̀̈́̄ͪ̑ ̮̰̗͙ ̸̝͈̠͇̫̯ͫ̈̚y͔̬̥̱̪̻͙͑̀͂ͮ͌̍̃o̠͙͚̮̫̼̽͒̆͞ų͖̪̰̟̘͛ͩͩ ̬̖ ̣̟̮̜̱̼̹̑̀̾̔j̥̰̹̪̘̮͒̂̽ͣ̒̕u̷̓ͨs̻̻̄̏͒̊ͮ͆͜t̵̺̻͓̜͔ͮͭ̓̾ͯ ͅ win when you ̜̣̻͋w̏͒ͭ҉̹̹͖͓ͅa͉͞n̰̮̼͍͑ṫ̸̤̻̠̳̒?̨͚̯̯̏͗ ̳͖̣̘̃͐That's not how ̨̟̣̹t͒͑͛̊̆͏̞̣͙͕͕̝h̢͇͓̩͓̔̔ͤ͆ͫͪ͌e͇̩̰̅͌ ̠̘̜̞͋̂̌̽̿̏̎͢w͕͍̞̫͖̟̉̀͠ó͉̇̇ṛͣ̊̊ͦ̎͋̂ĺ̹̘̙̞̝̈́̓̍ͣ͑ͤd ͩ̋̔̍͝ works, deary. Your mind can't produce anything you want. You have to work for it.

̺̰̠̙̺ͧͣͨ̈́̉ͥ͠L̰̲̰͔̬̦̟̠͗̃͗͊ͤͭ̔̚ikͩͨ͛̈́̉̄̊ͣ͏͈͖̬̭͓̙͇ͅeͦ ̴̦͖̙̙̩̫ͮͣ̓̉ ̤͑ͧ͡how̋͌͑̎̌҉̨̝͔̥͇̯ ̠̜͎̖͚͖̰ͯ͒ͬ͠ͅţ̸̘͖̙̜̖ͪͦͅḥ̶́͂̓̇͒͑̽̚e̮̥̮̲̽͂̃̓ͧ͂̃ý̂͛ ̴̭̰͖̩̲̥ͪ͛͐̋̄ ̧̞̻̰̓͗ͫͦ͗̕w͗͂́̊͒ͧ҉̦͎̣͕̜̲̙̣orkêͬ̈́̾̃҉҉̤̝͈͖̗͙̞d̡͛ͩ̎̇ ̠̝̲̱̣̀ ̡̛̞̳ͩ̓ͣ̽͂ͪt͒͗ͧ͆͏̣̱̪ő́̑͆̓҉̡͏̰̜̬ ̧̯͔̰̗̌ͤ̏ͅm͕̥̰̭̭͐̊a͕̻͉̻̬̖̠̞͛̔i̱̱̹̜̿͐̊́̀̾͌͠m̡̛͇͚͖̤̈́̄ ̲̙̟͙ ̛̥̮̥̱̖̔̓̒ͥy͎̳͈͉̝͍̩̍̒ͣo̢̤̿͗̊̍͘u̴̺̖͕͑̓ͬͫ͛̊̈

Object {Butchered Foetus Tomb: Mourning Book, Ballad Book, Cursed Book} was added to the Team Rec͇̥̓̓̕͝ords.

r̸̸̢̝̱̰͇̹̲̳̤̉̉ͯ́̋̔ę͍̦͈̖̬̳́̓͂ͯ̑͗ͦͪ̑s̥̙͓̥̥ͨͮͪ͜ͅt , r̻̩̜̞̳̯͙̭ͣ̿́ë̢̛̫̻͓͔́͂̓̓ͧ́ͅt̆̍̂͛ͫͨ́͏̷̧̦͖̩r̫̯͈̣͗̽͐̒͡ ̗e̮̼̊͝a̯̳̺̓̅ͮ͋͘͞ṭ̪̮̉ͤ͟,̴͍̗͚̓̈́͗̈̾ͫ̈ ̭̣͈̤̫͕̈́̎ͮ͋̀̀e̛͙̗̒̑́͑ͨͧͩs̓̿̊̈̿̆҉̱̗̼ca̶ͫͤ͋̍̉͗̏͌͏̤̯̘̳ ̞p͈̪̼̲̱̏́̽̒ͤ̐͜͝e̫̪̳̣̲̼̗̼̍͆̍ͩ̀ͅ

Get out, go̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍ home, leave and sto̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍p feel̩̓ͬͯͬ͂ing this i̧̫̦̲̤͇̓̾͑̓n̳ͧ̀ṡ̛̮̗͈̇̇a͍͎̬̣̠̘ͅṅ̨̇̔ͥ̂ȋ̸̬̼̳͈̹̲̻tͥ ̹̹ͯͦ̋͛y̦̟̦̣ͬ.̥̯̫̞̣̦͓́ͦ ̺̔͑̈́Y̟͖̕ͅo̙̣̭ͬ͗͑̀́u̥̒̾̒ͯ̾͑̈ have to rest.̝̂ ̘̻̖̞ͦ̓̌̌̓̊̈Ẏ҉̦͚̹͓͇̲o̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍u͍̘͈̭̤ͧͩ̆́ ̦̤̲͊̂͑̚h͔͎̾ǎ̲̫̼̳͓ͨͭ͂ͪ̍͠v͈͔̖͖̲͈̩͌̔͛̅ͭ͆ë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ t̟̏̑́õ̴͙̃̈́͗̾ͣ go.̩̝̿ͥͮͦ̂ͥ́ͅ ̳̯͜T͔͚̻ͧͧ͌ͪͪ̅͑h͋͆͌ͤ͠ėr̍̓̂͑́ͅe̵̗͉̼̥̭̲̞͑̿̈͛̇͐̇ ̟͖̙͙̣̿̾̐͗͟i̯̓ͯ͂͛ͣ̀s̼̺̗̭̬͈̘̒ͨ͑ ̣̤̱̘͔̘͆͐͛ͯ̀͑n̵̩̞͍͈̜̻o̷͌̒͑͂̃̾t͗͊ͅh̭̘̟͚̻̫̾̅̌i͎̩͖͉̱̔̆ ͇͙ng͖͍̥͇̱̺̬̀ͦ more .̵̬̗̭̫̗ͩ͋̿͐͒ ̵͌͂ͣT̻̠̗̃̀h̓̑̐ͧ̅͏e̮̺͍̹̟͠r̸̻̩͔̎e̛͙͒̊ͧ͋̎͒ is̱̜͇̝͉̤̱ͩͫ ̮̘̺̹̮̠͆̉̀ọ̴̪̺͗nͤ̓͡l̘̔͆̋͌y̲̙̜̞̠͒̈́͝ p̱̿̂ͧ̇̀̂a͖͍ͬ̐͊ị̰̻͉ͨ̈́n͕͍̠ ̘͎͕͒̈́ͯͯ͊͋̑o̸̗̱͓͔f̲͓̂̾ ̣̩̭̠̠̈́ͨͤ̓̓͆̆ṫ̢͈̺ͤ̒h̰̳̰͓̹͗ͣ̏̉̇ͯe̼̳̺̣̋͌ ̶͔͙ͯͤ̍M̺̭̝̫̪͂Ḭ̣ͣN̖͔̟̋̍͌͌̚͝Ď̻̂ͥ


Sam the Deerling (S: Normal/Grass)

Health: 3/4
Sanity: 1/4
Perk: Repair | Learned Abilities: Rescue/Escape
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

Night has fallen in Silvercoal City
Submit your Day 8: Night Cycle Actions now!




Krysari has detected three of her possessions at the Skymark Building.

Time Remaining:

@Noblejanobii @EmeraldSky @Morzone @pokemon trainer Felix @Spiderc @LKWayvern @Shieldbearer @Caite-chan @ant2011 @Sacred Fire @Chibi Altaria @azura evley @Scytherwolf @Speed-X @The Nonexistent Tazz @Shruikan @Pokemon Trainer Sarah @sammy0295 @Velocity @Bulbasaur @Ladybugclue @KingWinna @ninjaskarmory

[VeloJello]

Everything hurts... I don't want to hear the name "Philter" ever again.


But we're making real progress. Bless your heart, Krysari.

Rest.

[sammy0295]

Rrrrest.

[Suicune's Fire]

Everything hurts... I don't want to hear the name "Philter" ever again.


But we're making real progress. Bless your heart, Krysari.

Rest.

When night falls, you head straight for bed, feeling the soft, feathery texture of the pillow rest against your spiky head. The beautifully plush mattress soothes your aching body and mind, allowing you to drift off into a peaceful sleep. In the corner of the room, Krysari sits meditating. The energy emanating from her surrounds you and seeps into your mind, allowing you to heal more than normal.

Velo has restored 2 points of Sanity.

When you wake, you feel much calmer, more free in your mind, and finally able to think clearly. The events of the day still haunt you somewhat, but at least you are able to rationalise now and know that what you did was worth the cost.

Velo the Togekiss (M: Fairy/Flying)

Health: 5/5
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Science | Learned Abilities: Escort/Protect, Exorcism
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

Rrrrest.

As you watch Velo settle down into bed, you pick one nearby and do the same. The blankets are soft and welcoming, and they feel almost heavenly as your head flops onto the pillow and your spinning mind begins to take a needed rest. Krysari's presence is almost illuminating, and her calmness and strength washes over you while you sleep, helping you heal.

Sam has restored 2 points of Sanity and 1 point of Health.

The intense fuzziness in your head has almost completely cleared by the time you wake. You notice that Velo is up again as well, and you feel relieved that both of you are back in a safe state.


Sam the Deerling (S: Normal/Grass)

Health: 4/4
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Repair | Learned Abilities: Rescue/Escape
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[LKWayvern]

I'm challenging that AI Chatot to a Rap Battle using my Diplomacy.
There's a sentence I never thought I'd need to say.

I'm past patiently waiting! I'm passionately smashing every expectation! Every action's an act of creation! I'm laughing in the face of casualty and sorrow, for the first time I'm thinking past tomorrow!

[Morzone]

Raiding party, CHARGE!

I'll search Vale housing project floors 11-10 (56b). Here's to a useful find!