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entrancelogs2011-06-04 12:25 am
toughbr8k.livejournal.com) wrote in entrancelogs2011-06-04 12:25 am
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Who: Snowman (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toughbr8k) and...anybody?
Where: All over the damn place.
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
Rating: PG...13 for...violence?
Summary: Okay, so here's the deal: there is no way in hell Snowman is allowing herself to be slowly poisoned, so she's going on the offensive. This is basically a place where you can volunteer to get your character randomly teleport-assaulted by a seven-foot-tall insect woman with a whip. How it goes after that would be up to personal communication, but I will say that Snowman's probably pretty goddamn difficult to beat (it's not out of the question, but I'm also not up for her getting killed just yet).
She's not actually invested in killing for killing's sake, but she'll do it if it's necessary, or possibly also if it seems like it'll be easy. But mostly she's after the candy. Feel free to PM or AIM me (mylemonlies) if you have a specific outcome in mind.
The Story:
The rulebook doesn't concern her much. She's used to rulebooks, used to games. She simply peruses it, memorizes the relevant information, then folds it up and leaves it carelessly on the seat of her wingback chair. So she's collared. So it's leaching poison into her bloodstream. So she needs candy to live.
All right. Time to go get some candy.
For some reason, she goes through the formality of stepping out of the door of her room, shutting it, and locking it. She straightens her shoulders, plants her feet for balance, smooths her tailcoat, and then disappears into thin air.
She's in search of her first victim. It's nothing personal. Just business.
toughbr8k) and...anybody?Where: All over the damn place.
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
Rating: PG...13 for...violence?
Summary: Okay, so here's the deal: there is no way in hell Snowman is allowing herself to be slowly poisoned, so she's going on the offensive. This is basically a place where you can volunteer to get your character randomly teleport-assaulted by a seven-foot-tall insect woman with a whip. How it goes after that would be up to personal communication, but I will say that Snowman's probably pretty goddamn difficult to beat (it's not out of the question, but I'm also not up for her getting killed just yet).
She's not actually invested in killing for killing's sake, but she'll do it if it's necessary, or possibly also if it seems like it'll be easy. But mostly she's after the candy. Feel free to PM or AIM me (mylemonlies) if you have a specific outcome in mind.
The Story:
The rulebook doesn't concern her much. She's used to rulebooks, used to games. She simply peruses it, memorizes the relevant information, then folds it up and leaves it carelessly on the seat of her wingback chair. So she's collared. So it's leaching poison into her bloodstream. So she needs candy to live.
All right. Time to go get some candy.
For some reason, she goes through the formality of stepping out of the door of her room, shutting it, and locking it. She straightens her shoulders, plants her feet for balance, smooths her tailcoat, and then disappears into thin air.
She's in search of her first victim. It's nothing personal. Just business.