Plot - Survive
-An excellent thought, Eve. The darts have no effect in the monsters as their legs are impaled, but the immolation purifies the foul remains of the monster, its corruption burning into ash along with the rest of it-
-Starling's beatboxing appears to have an effect. While the slow methodical drumbeat projected by the skull cannot be overcome, her harmonious voice appears to be intermingling and interfering with the supernatural control it projects-
-To everyone else, the remaining three monsters' unnatural movements start to grow slothful, their joints locking up. Like a car that has rusted from years of neglect-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Six: Hey, Starling, whatever you're doing, keep it up!
-with Dash finally having reloaded the two keep shooting, though now it's at a slightly slower pace, given that their ammunition isn't as effective as Starling's mad MC skillz-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Plot - Survive
-The message of cruelty and dominance has become intertwined in the harmonious and uplifting but harsh melody created by Starling. The skull's unnatural power ebbs, now that it is forced to acknowledge another's presence and voice, and the corpses slowly return to lifelessness once more, with no more flesh to support their movement. The one lifted by Tahm dangles there without any purpose, like meat hanging in a butcher's shop-
edited 26th Aug '15 1:36:57 PM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Plot
-The body does not move as Tahm chomps down on it. It stays still, dead as a doorknob. As do all the formerly animated remains. A trifling victory...but a victory nonetheless-
-Fiorello, having done what he did off-screen and unmentioned by the narrator, waits for everyone else to board first before him-
edited 26th Aug '15 1:55:00 PM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)

Starling: ~holds the skull and tries to run away as far as she can, while thinking on how to deal with it~
"..."
~after a moment, she starts beatboxing~
~but instead of trying to go against the rhythm of the skull, she attempts to stay in tune with it, turning this into some sort of duet~