-You have managed to reach the top of the hill. Though it is subtle, the sounds of paint balls splatting and explosions has gone mute until it has ceased. Time itself seems to slow as Cuddles reaches out to the flag. The moment that she seizes the flag, everything comes to a complete halt. As though a glitch in time has occurred, reality temporarily strangled in someone's iron grip-
-The ghostly image of a man with a wolf's head in a strangely familiar but rusted, dilapidated and crumpled armor
◊ appears in front of you all-
-The wolf-headed man's head is patted, with the head briefly shimmering and turning into what was once must have been a very handsome face but has been warped into a tentacled mess-
???: Ohhhhhh, Six, Six, Six...why must you and your little friends ALWAYS muck in our mud? Especially when we're so close?
I shouldn't have doubted that your cronies would find a way to get this far so soon, but it still makes my spleen ache to see our paths cross yet again...
What did they promise you this time, bear cub? Robot men? Fame? Fortune? Adventure? Something else that sounds grand on paper?
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Six: ...Oh, this can't be fucking real.
-Six suppresses his first instinct - to shoot the man, because his weapons have paint and he'd deal zero effective damage-
-to Gespenst- I think he's a representation of the thing that ate the last universe we lived in.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."???: ...No answers? Hmmmm, I should have figured as much. Your kind were always brainless dullards. Let me explain it to you slowly then.
Turn around. Walk away. And everything will be just fine.
..But take this flag, and I will do everything in my power to eliminate you all, because my moment is at hand and not even slow-witted murderhobos like you can stop our plans.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)—At hearing Six's words, Herbert raises his shotgun—
@Six: Please tell me that means we can open fire on this guy. He's really starting to remind me of the demonic fuckers who killed my friends.
@Albert: Alright, jeez. No offense meant man.
edited 2nd Aug '17 12:07:39 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Six is quiet for a moment, looking at everyone else as he considers his plans-
-He uses a hand to shove Herbert's shotgun down-
Six: Paint rounds, you fucking numbskull.
-Oliver, in the meanwhile, notices an internal timer has just ticked down to zero-
-He looks at Cuddles, trying to convey through staring what he couldn't through words-
edited 2nd Aug '17 12:07:26 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Oliver: FLAG NOW!
-Charges forwards to grab the flag from Cuddles-
-Meanwhile, Six rolls 9. He gets no modifiers, because if this Perception roll is about figuring out what that mark is, no amount of internal sensors can bolster his mind-
edited 2nd Aug '17 12:12:16 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Oliver keeps moving forwards, though something tells him this isn't quite correct-
-At the same time, his statuette starts... pulsing, its blue eye light blinking rapidly-
-Not that he notices-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."