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towerofanimus2013-04-30 01:36 am
idkworldruler) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-30 01:36 am
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Another storm you're left to fight alone.
Characters: Mitchell and you
Setting: Several floors set over the span of different days
Summary: Mitch is investigating the tower while fending off hordes of monsters and a few big bads.
Warnings: Horror, gore, violence, possible cursing, unspeakable terrors and lots of blood.
Floor six: Tracking the Wendigo (Night)
It was perhaps by sheer chance that he was currently wandering around the forest at night. There was not much for him to find here in the way of information. Or so he had thought.
After all, the only creatures here were the mutated forest animals. He had never initially found anything out of the ordinary for the floor, just that there were a few annoyances here and there within the forest. So then, why in the world did he feel so uneasy about the whole of the forest? A snapped twig drew his attention, forcing Mitch to snap his head in the direction of the sound.
Walking over to the area where the discrepancy had taken place before looking the area over. On the ground was the remnants Of a broken stick, with a pair of smudged prints leading off into the brush. Something about this seemed oddly....
"...familiar."
Any hallway: Surviving a zombie invasion (Daytime)
This had to have been one of the easiest situations he has had to handle thus far. It was easier than shooting a golem. All of the zombies that he was currently decimating were either being blown to bits by the grenades that he would sometimes launch at them to either slow them down, or turn them into a slurpie. While the animus bullets of his tore them to shreds.
The only real problem that he was having was the fact that he had to destroy the entirety of the body. Granted that even then Mitchell had plenty of experience with such things. Of course that didn't stop him from painting the floor red; or making as much noise and boom as possible.
Floor fifty-six: Enduring corruption by Filth. (Nighttime)
Another day of work at the Infirmary had led Mitch to wander over towards the medical wing as a means to help continue his tower investigation for this month. He knew there was nothing of any real user importance. But like the forest he rarely visits the floor. As such the young man was hoping to investigate it for the night.
At first nothing seemed to be out of place, even if he could have sworn one of the shadows moved into a room. But like many of his other experiences, things were going to take a rather horrid turn, especially for him. One of those shadow was not a shadow at all. The form was to solid, movements to quick, but at the same time rather stiff. Deciding to investigate, Mitch slowly drew the gap closed. But once he had caught a glimpse of what it was he was dealing with, he backed away quickly. "...Well shit, who would have thought that one of ugly asses would make it here." Though he shouldn't be all that surprised by the fact that this place had any filth-corrupted, even of it was a twisted version.
Setting: Several floors set over the span of different days
Summary: Mitch is investigating the tower while fending off hordes of monsters and a few big bads.
Warnings: Horror, gore, violence, possible cursing, unspeakable terrors and lots of blood.
Floor six: Tracking the Wendigo (Night)
It was perhaps by sheer chance that he was currently wandering around the forest at night. There was not much for him to find here in the way of information. Or so he had thought.
After all, the only creatures here were the mutated forest animals. He had never initially found anything out of the ordinary for the floor, just that there were a few annoyances here and there within the forest. So then, why in the world did he feel so uneasy about the whole of the forest? A snapped twig drew his attention, forcing Mitch to snap his head in the direction of the sound.
Walking over to the area where the discrepancy had taken place before looking the area over. On the ground was the remnants Of a broken stick, with a pair of smudged prints leading off into the brush. Something about this seemed oddly....
"...familiar."
Any hallway: Surviving a zombie invasion (Daytime)
This had to have been one of the easiest situations he has had to handle thus far. It was easier than shooting a golem. All of the zombies that he was currently decimating were either being blown to bits by the grenades that he would sometimes launch at them to either slow them down, or turn them into a slurpie. While the animus bullets of his tore them to shreds.
The only real problem that he was having was the fact that he had to destroy the entirety of the body. Granted that even then Mitchell had plenty of experience with such things. Of course that didn't stop him from painting the floor red; or making as much noise and boom as possible.
Floor fifty-six: Enduring corruption by Filth. (Nighttime)
Another day of work at the Infirmary had led Mitch to wander over towards the medical wing as a means to help continue his tower investigation for this month. He knew there was nothing of any real user importance. But like the forest he rarely visits the floor. As such the young man was hoping to investigate it for the night.
At first nothing seemed to be out of place, even if he could have sworn one of the shadows moved into a room. But like many of his other experiences, things were going to take a rather horrid turn, especially for him. One of those shadow was not a shadow at all. The form was to solid, movements to quick, but at the same time rather stiff. Deciding to investigate, Mitch slowly drew the gap closed. But once he had caught a glimpse of what it was he was dealing with, he backed away quickly. "...Well shit, who would have thought that one of ugly asses would make it here." Though he shouldn't be all that surprised by the fact that this place had any filth-corrupted, even of it was a twisted version.