OOC: Use your normal character for this scene

Delilah woke up feeling sore all over her body. There was a wall of heat coming from the left side of her body. Sparks showered along the floor as she lifted her head.

Delilah groaned and winced. Everything burned and ached. She moved to raise her hand against the shower of sparks raining around her.

Hand!

Her hands were back! And her legs! And everything! Her body was back. The Bird was right. Or at least, she hoped so. But it all hurt so much to move. Delilah's hand mopped over her face to feel her nose and jaw. She looked around to find the source of the heat and the fiery sparks.

"You're back." A voice that sounded oddly child-like confirmed.

Delilah looked around. There were sparks showering everywhere. She was in some kind of industrial steel plant. Deep, hot pits of molten steel moved with an orange glow, the heat intense.

"... Yeah, so."

Delilah didn't really answer the sketchy girl. She didn't want anyone to judge her for a failed escape. Instead, she huddled on her knees and tried to ward off the sparks with both arms.

"Where are we? What is this place?"

She cast around worried glances. The pig or the clown might show up any moment.

The heat was like a slap in the face after the cool, summer air outside. Acrid smoke stung at Delilah's eyes, nipped at her throat. The din in the narrow space was frightening. Bellows creaked and wheezed, hammers clanged on anvils sending up showers
of angry sparks, red hot metal hissed furiously in water barrels. There were children
everywhere, packed in tight together, sweating, and groaning, and coughing, hollow faces half lit by the orange glow from the forges all around.

The sketchy-girl's form was almost cartoon-like. Delilah had never seen anything like it. But then, it had been an awfully strange turn of events.

Her face was like paper. Almost two-dimensional. Around her, the air around the girl whirred in some kind of disturbed, aura.

"You're going to be in a lot of trouble." The girl said, leaning against a large pair of metallic pliers, and resting her two-dimensional paper arm on one of the handles. It flopped over and folded, the way paper might.

"You ran away. Master Hogwash is not going to be happy." She said, face unmoving, like a pencil sketch on paper. "Maybe if you'll go see him, he might take it hard on you in just the beginning. He's a hard master. I should know. I've been here the longest."

It was hard not to stare at Esther. The girl wasn't scary, but the way her arms bent and folded like crinkled paper was bizzare. Everything about her was angular and colorless. Like she was a stick person who popped off the page.

"What's he do to kids that run off?" Delilah asked slowly. Her voice was low and her eyes wide as saucers.

"He takes a piece." Esther leaned in and whispered, the words coming out and barely audible amid the din of metallic clanging. "I've seen it happen before." She nodded, head bobbing awkwardly and flopping around like she had no neck at all.

"People ask me why I stay here so long when I know the longer you stay, the more likely that it will go wrong. You change, you see?" She lifted one cartoon hand up and pointed to her face and body, the outlines of a dull drawing sketched on white paper.

Two-dimensional.

"This happened because I stayed and survived. If you don't get worked to death and you don't kill yourself, then you start to change. It takes time, but it happens. If you think I'm ugly or weird looking, there's a few working in the hearth that are worse off than me. Their minds have changed too."

"But you left and ran away. That means he's going to take a piece of you. He'll bite it or cut it off--if he let's you live."

Delilah listened to Esther with a breathless dread. Without realizing it, she gripped her braids and tugged repeatedly. Flattened? Worked to death? Kill yourself? Eaten?

"No. No. I gotta get outta here. For real this time. I can't--" Her breathing grew shallow and rapid. She was stuck for a moment just shaking her head. It wasn't often that Delilah said I can't and it had her hung up.

There had to be a way out, but she just couldn't see it. Couldn't figure it out. "Where do I go to find...Master Hogwash?" She was afraid of saying the name too loudly. Like Bloody Mary, he might appear.

Esther leaned forward.

"He'll be making the rounds probably after he eats the last of his acorns." She said, not explaining when or where or really much of anything.

Then there was a crook of a smile on Esther's drawn face.

OOC: Geraldine Rolls Wits + Empathy

08:19, Today: Delilah Gray failed (no successes) using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((1,4,2)).

Delilah's face scrunched up as she thought. Her brow crinkled in confusion.

"Wait...you can eat acorns?"

Changed my question.
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"Oh no." Esther said. "He eats the acorns. We just collect them. We get them for him."

"But I'll tell you more about that later."

She looked to both sides. It seemed that the conversation had gained a sudden attention as more and more kids began to gather around both Delilah and Esther.

The clanging on anvils and the angry hissing of hot metal in water had all stopped, as more kids--dirty faces and grease-smeared clothing--stopped what they were doing.

When Delilah finally noticed the quiet attention growing around her, she shrank back one step towards Esther. Then, she stiffened and pulled away. Just in case cartoon skin was catching.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

There were more children staring at her than she'd ever tried to intimidate before. There was no bite of bravado in her taunt.

"Why're you staring at me? Whatdya want?"

She wasn't sure how long it would take the pigman to eat his acorns, but she remembered that one kid he smacked down. If no one was working when he made the rounds, then what?

A murmur ran through the crowd of kids as they came closer to form a circle around Delilah. Esther let the shovel or instrument she was holding fall away and it clanged on to the floor.

"They're just getting ready for when Hogwash gets back to see what he does. They haven't seen anyone run away in a while and then come back. So some of them are probably curious to see what he might do to you."

"Maybe a few like Marty and Lula will probably try to hold you down and see if they can score brownie points when Hogwash comes."

"I was thinking of doing that...." Esther confessed.

"I still might." she confirmed.

Delilah's fists clenched. They shook from tension, but her palms were sweaty from dread. She couldn't tell whose side anyone was on.

"You wanna gang up on me? If you all ganged up on the pig, you'd probably be free already!"

There were too many to watch all at once. And she was no fighter. That was her sister.

Those words appeared to make the kids back up slightly. All of them except for Esther.

"He's just going to take a piece of you. Remember that. He'll just take a piece. You'll come out on the other end of it. Just think of that when he does it. I've been around for over twenty years, and I've only seen him kill two kids that came back from running away and one was by accident." She said, her voice somewhat strained and wavering between what sounded like an explanation to Delilah and urgent advice.

Then her tone shifted to focus on her own goals. "Oh Come on! What do you care if some of us get brownie points from Hogwash!? He's going to do what he does to you anyway." She pleaded with frustration, pawing at Delilah with a flimsy paper-arm with the clear hope that Delilah would allow herself to be held down by Esther.

Delilah couldn't imagine losing a piece of herself. She imagined Hogwash stalking after her with a knife to slice her up like a side of ham.

"I got away from that creepy clown and his monster spiders. No way I'm standin' still to be caught by you. So get back!"

Besides, Esther looked like a stiff breeze could topple her. If she could hold someone down, Delilah didn't want to know how.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Strength + Intimidation

04:51, Today: Delilah Gray rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((9,7,10(+5),5)).

Perhaps if this was a normal lot of kids on a foreign playground, they might have the advantage. Delilah was clearly outnumbered and this strange place wasn't anything close to what she might have called familiar.

Nevertheless, he gritted teeth and posture--like a dog snapping at an intruder--seemed to have its affect. The circle grew wider as the sorry crowd of exhausted and desperate faces backed off. One kid fell backwards, clearly afraid of Delilah, or at least intimidated by her harsh words. Instead of grabbing a hold of him and pushing him upright, the kids behind him moved out of the way, letting him fall to the ground, his head thwacking the stone floor with muffled 'thud.'

Esther took a step backwards. "He'll be here any moment!" She cried to Delilah.

That last sentence was enough to get the kids running all over the place. They tripped over each other as circle dissolved kids running in every direction like roaches when the kitchen light is turned on.

Delilah heard the sound of a heavy door opening somewhere in the dark recesses of the forge. There was a clopping of footsteps coming closer...

Delilah turned towards the sound of the door. Kids scattered and jostled around her and she was caught in the middle. She turned dumbly to Esther, even though she was a double-crosser.

Don't want to be cut up. Don't want to be eaten up. Don't want to be turned into a pig.

She knew what happened if she went out the door. There had to be another way. Somewhere to hide! She quickly looked around, then up.

The sound of hooves on the hard stone was accompanied by a snorting and huffing sound as the Pig Monster made itself known, its voice sounding wet, deep and sloppy.

"Fee...Figh....Foe...Fum!" It bellowed. "Why are all my pretties running!?" It proclaimed, reaching out with one gnarled hand to swipe at a nearby child, nearly clobbering the child in the head as he ducked around an anvil to hide.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Dexterity + Stealth

21:15, Today: Delilah Gray rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((1,3,5,9,3)).

Delilah stood too long staring. She watched Hogwash's grotesquely long hand slam into a kid's head. A shiver went up her back and she ran, too.

Delilah could feel her breath catch in her throat, her heart pounding as she ran. She could see two hiding spaces:

There was a small table with hand tools underneath, cluttered with metal and trinkets.

Then there was the pool. Water. From a small hole in the wall, a stream of constant water was flowing meant to dip hot metal and cool it off, perhaps after hammering.

Table? Pool? Table? Pool? Pool!

Delilah scrambled for the water. Her breath hitched one last time and she held it. She plunged in with her feet first and eyes shut.

The water wasn't as cold as it might have been. First Delilah noticed that her hair came loose and was weightless under the water. She could hear the rush of bubbles and the sound of her heart beating as she plunged deeper. It was only after the initial movement of her jump had faded, that she became aware that she was in complete darkness.

Bits of debris touched and rubbed against her skin.

Delilah felt her hair wafting upwards. It was a faint, gauzy sensation. Nothing like the slow burn building in her lungs. She wasn't sure if she'd gone down deep enough and she was too afraid to surface right now. She'd have to eventually. The water muted the noise of the sweatshop. Hogwash might be looming over the surface. Or not. No way to tell. Something brushed by in the dark. She opened her eyes and looked up.

Delilah was under the water now, which was deeper than it first appeared. Her movements were slow as she opened here eyes.

So far down in the pit the light from the forge became a soft, diffuse glow. Those once showering sparks couldn't penetrate the water which was murky and green. Delilah could see rocks that were now silhouettes in the dim. The light from above was dying quicker than the heat from a winter campfire. It was getting cold too, colder with each foot Delilah was below the water. With the increasing pressure Delilah began to feel like the water was thicker, like soup. She glance upward to the surface and felt her heart rate rise. Delilah had never been this deep before in water. Somewhere within, Delilah felt the competing desires to breath fresh air but also avoid being caught by the Pig.

As here eyes adjusted to the the dim light, Delilah could see skeletons. Small skeletons. A skeletal arm floated in front of her. A half-buried skull was on the floor at the bottom of this watery grave, a sheet of what looked like ashes.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Stamina to continue holding breath for another 30 seconds

The faint light pierced the gloom just enough. The something that she'd touched wasn't a rock or a bit of slag metal. This wasn't just a quenching pool. It was a mass grave.

Delilah's eyes went wide and she clapped her hands over her mouth; desperate to hold on to her breath. She kicked against the syrupy water and worked her way upwards. She prayed for the pig to be gone.

Delilah felt a large surge of air press into her lung involuntarily as she broke the surface. Water splashed around her and she heard someone say

"There she is!"

Delilah couldn't see who ratted her out. Not with water and wet hair over her eyes. She sucked in another breath and ducked back down.

She was under the water again, and this time she heard the frantic, muffled voices above her. The sound of hands plunging downward, the soft brush of fingers against her hair just as she plunged far enough down to get away.

And there she was again: back at the bottom of the watery grave with the skeletons. The remains of past kids who somehow had found themselves here.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Wits + Composure

This was bad! A mob of kids was up there waiting to hand her over to pig-man. Or just hold her down until she drowned.

She had to find a way out. Fast!

2/3 WP remaining.
13:06, Today: Delilah Gray rolled 3 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((3,5,1,1,10(+1),10(+10,6)))

The need to escape motivated Delilah as she swam back under. It was clear that the game couldn't last too long. That's when she saw it:

It was small hole in the side of the wall. It was opaque and without light. How far it went back into the deep recesses of this strange watery tank in the forge was unclear. Would it lead anywhere? Or would venturing forth towards the hole lead to watery death itself.

Delilah didn't know the answers to the these questions, but they raced through her mind as she saw the outside of the hole rusted and flaked with oxidized metal. It was just small enough for her to fit her body through if she wanted to, but it would be a tight fit all the same.

No time to second guess what lay beyond the crack in the wall. Delilah pushed her feet off a couple child-sized skulls and swam in a desperate bid for the small hole.

'PLUSH!'

The unmistakable sound of something plunging into the water. Bubbles from the disturbance circled around Delilah tickling her ears, face and nose.

As Delilah raced forward, she got the distinct sensation that something was following her. She glanced back to see another kid swimming towards her, a look of determination on his young, tired face.

Delilah approached the hole in the wall, seeing that it did in fact lead somewhere deep.  Before she entered the dark abyss of the long cavernous tunnel in front of her, Delilah had to fight once again to stave off another inner desire to surface for a final gasp of air.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Stamina

03:48, Today: Delilah Gray failed (no successes) using 2d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((2,1)).

Three strokes in and Delilah's lungs were ready to burst. She gave one more kick towards the crevice, then pulled toward the surface. Swimming was not her best sport and lying months in hospital had taken a toll on her endurance.

There were loud noises and yelling when Delilah broke the surface. The entire crowd of kids had circled around the water-forge area and were pushing each other to get a glimpse of the action.

"There she is!"

"Oh!"

"Stop her!"

"Leave her alone!"

"Grab her!"

She heard them say.

Then there was a loud, snorting sound

OOC: Delilah rolls Dexterity + Athletics

Everyone clamored around the pool. Bodies pushed together, shouting for more room, slapping against the filmy water. Delilah splashed away, flinching from each voice. Some of the kids might be trying to escape in the confusion. They might even be trying to help or just too scared to be of any help. But some of them were traitors in cahoots with the pig. And all of them were distractions. When she heard that inhuman snuffling, she knew what was coming. But from where?

20:08, Today: Delilah Gray failed (no successes) using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((2,4,7,3,7,3,1,2)).

"Grrrah!" Delilah heard the inhuman beast growl. His gnarled pig hands were braced on the edges of the tank and he shoved his face in front of Delilah.

He was surprisingly quick, and Delilah didn't have time to pull back. She caught a glimpse of his twisted teeth--brown and decaying--and caught a huge whiff of the foul smell coming from deep within its mouth.

"GET OUT OF MY WATER-FORGE, SWEETY!!" The Pig-thing bellowed. There was a threat in that voice, which somehow, amid the fury and fear that had ensconced the room, was strangely effeminate.

Horrified, Delilah jerked backwards away from the swine-faced beast. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head from side to side. No.

She took a deep breath and pushed down again. She might drown in the tunnel, but she couldn't let that thing bite her face off.

Delilah was vaguely aware of the presence of others in the water now. She was moving quickly, but could feel the current of water from her pursuers. Vague shadows appeared in her periferal vision as she swam towards the tunnel.

OOC: Foot Race(?) - Swim race,

Delilah Rolls Dexterity + Stamina

Delilah kicked and pulled herself through the water. She could not look back --would not look back-- to see what was moving behind her. The need for fresh air pressed on her lungs. She bit the insides of her cheeks.

04:54, Today: Delilah Gray rolled 4 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((2,9,2,3,9,10(+9))).

OOC: Delilahs successes must equal the Pursuers' speed = 7

Each Pursuer  must reach or exceed Delilah's successes independently. There are two pursuers with dice rolls of 5d10 each.

Delilah needs a total of 6 successes to reach the cavernous hole int he wall. Current = 4/6

Delilah pushed forward, her lungs burning, her heart pounding, she could hear the kids behind her, their voices coming through the water in high, muffled screams. In the distance, the hole in the wall was her only chance of escape. She could feel them pressing closer....

OOC:

21:28, Today: Storyteller rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((10(+2),3,3,1,2)).

21:29, Today: Storyteller rolled 3 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((1,8,8,10(+6),7)).


Delilah Rolls Dexterity + Stamina

Her arms felt heavier now. Her strokes slowed as if she were cutting through a syrup instead of water. Still, she was close enough to hear the commotion on the surface over the blood rushing through her ears. If she quit now, she was done for.

20:37, Today: Delilah Gray rolled 1 success using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((4,3,1,4,8,1)).

OOC: Delilah's Successes = 5/6

20:57, Today: Storyteller rolled 4 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((10(+3),3,10(+8),2,10(+7))).

1) First Child Attack- 5/5= Delilah is Caught! Free action. Child attempts to grapple Delilah, Strength + Brawl (4d10 dice pool) vs. No defense (Delilah's back is turned)

21:00, Today: Storyteller rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((8,1,6,9)).

---

Delilah felt a hand grab her ankle. It crept up her calf and grabbed a hold of her, preventing her from swimming any further. She could see the child, a young boy her age. His face grimaced with tired anger as she struggled with his grip.

Behind him, another kid, a girl this time, was swimming towards her.


20:58, Today: Storyteller failed (no successes) using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((1,5,7,1,5)).

2) Second Child swimming towards Delilah but not yet close enough 3/5


OOC: Delilah Rolls Strength + Brawl - 3

A tight grip clamped onto Delilah's leg. Bubbles slipped from her mouth before she turned on her anchor. A boy. She kicked at his grim face, but missed the mark.

1/3 WP
20:31, Today: Delilah Gray failed (no successes) using 1d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((7)).

07:40, Today: Storyteller rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((6,5,3,8,4)).

The second kid was getting closer, a long trail of hair following her as she bore down on Delilah, arms pressed against her sides, feet paddling and propelling her forward.

---

The boy who had grabbed a hold of her did nothing. He just held on. Delilah could feel her lungs begin to burn for air. The mere activity of trying to kick, swim and fend off the other kid all at the same time was enough to make her lungs scream.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Stamina -1

If Delilah succeeds, then Delilah rolls Delilah Rolls Strength + Brawl - 3.

If Delilah fails, then all kids go up for a breath of air.

Delilah squirmed like a fish on the line. Her thrashing slowed. Instead of trying to swim towards the crevice, she was weakly paddling up to the surface.

20:31, Today: Delilah Gray failed (no successes) using 1d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((7)).

"ARGGGHGHHH!" Delilah heard the Pig Monster growl. It reached down into the water and...

OOC: Delilah's Defense at 6 . Hogwash uses willpower for grapple. Dicepool is 8 - 6(defense) = 2.


20:53, Today: Evil Circus - Hogwash rolled 1 success using 2d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((1,10(+1))).


With one hand, it scooped her soaking body out of the water and draped her across its hunched back. Delilah's face smacked against the bony ridge of the Pig Monster's lower spine. Her world was suddenly upside-down as the Pig-Monster lurched forward carrying Delilah to an unknown destination like a sack of potatoes.

All around her the kids were murmuring. Some were yelling, some were laughing. Others were crying. They were like a pack of wolves that had gone into a frenzy.

OOC: Delilah can roll  Strength + Brawl - 4 to get free

OR

Strength + Brawl, -6 to 'turn the tables'

OR
Strength + Brawl, -6 to attack

Delilah sputtered and coughed as she was swept out of the water. Hogwash knocked the wind out of her when he slung her over his hunched shoulder. Her long, wet hair flopped down and she twisted to see where she was heading. No use.

The racket of a hundred kids buzzed around her. Crying, jeering, loudly whispering to be heard over the din. Some screamed. Once the air stopped sizzling her lungs, she shrieked right along with them; kicking and windmilling her noodly arms as if she were still in the water.

"LEMME GO! LEMME GO RIGHT NOW!!"

She reached out for a grip on anything she passed --a tent pole, a table, even other kids' arms-- to wrench herself free.

Strength + Brawl -6 to 'turn the tables' = Chance Die

20:41, Today: Delilah Gray failed (no successes) using 1d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD, Chance Die system with a target of 10, rerolling 10s ((9)).

So close!

From an upside-down vantage point, Delilah could see the kids trailing behind her hooting and yelling, dirty, emaciated bodies dressed up in ragged clothes covered in soot. She struggled and flailed her arms to no avail. And suddenly...

09:02, Today: Evil Circus - Hogwash rolled 2 successes using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((8,4,9)).


Suddenly she was flipped upward by the brute strength of the beast, her world turning round and round until she felt something sharp penetrate first her skin, and then deeper into her back. A lancing pain shot up from between her shoulder blades and up through her throat.

Eyes wide with pain, Delilah realized that she was hanging on some kind of meat hook. All around her kids were yelling. There were hocks of beef hanging from hooks around here. Slabs of pink flesh mottled with white fat. One kid pushed one to the side to get a better view of Delilah, the slab of meat swinging back and forth.


OOC: Delilah rakes 2 lethal damage. Delilah gains condition

Immobilized = Delilah cannot move
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Delilah's screeching was cut off by the hook piercing through her body and the gout of blood coughed out through her neck. There was a brief, blank moment between confusion and realization. The pain was so intense that she couldn't hear or see or breathe. Then all sense flooded back in.

She swayed on the hook. She wanted to push away from the other slabs of dead meat, but hung just like a butchered pig. Every motion felt like it would rip her in half. Even crying. Sobbing jostled the tear through her back, but she could not stop.

Delilah couldn't get revenge on the clown or the pig. She couldn't save her friends or her family. She couldn't even save herself. And everyone in the tent knew it. The faces of all the other kids had gone blurry, but she knew they were still staring. They all knew that she failed at running away. Twice. She lost. She wasn't just bad. She was The Very Worst One. So Hogwash was going to slice her up.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:37, Sun 12 Nov 2017.

Do I have more than 2 Lethal in Damage? Feels like I ought to. I know that Delilah was chopped up pretty good in the last game. Then there was the hospital, but I didn't think she was completely healed up as her mom wanted to check her out early. I can't remember if I asked before. I'm going to check my old threads.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:44, Sun 12 Nov 2017.

OOC: I looked over the old threads. I think right now you are at 2 lethal 2 bashing. In my mind I reset things when we moved to this game. Sound good?

Sounds good!

What happened next was an out of body experience.

Delilah could hear the kids yelling, their strained voices worked up into a frenzy. She She felt the pain of the hook in her back and she could see for some reason, bags and bags of acorns stacked on top of one another near the walls of this confined room.

Every time she moved, the pain worsened.



"GRHAAARRRH!" The pig monster yelled as it suddenly appeared in front of Delilah. It gnashed its teeth together and extended it hand out. Delilah could see the contours of its twisted knuckles as the hand got closer and closer to her face.

Raspy gurgles bubbled up from Delilah's throat. She wanted to scream at all the kids to go away and stop looking at her. Tears seeped into the new wound opened on her neck, but the salty sting was a drop in the bucket. They wouldn't stop gawking and pointing. Delilah squirmed, but she couldn't turn herself away.

Hogwash was suddenly in front of them; open maw and yellowed tusks. She couldn't see his little harpies, but she knew they were still there whooping it up. The pig beast reached for her face and a miserable wail rose out of her. No words, but it meant I'm sorry.

Sorry for leaving Mark behind. And for calling Jimmy Archer an indian giver. And sorry for dumping a school milk into Hannah Hope's backpack that one time. And for hitting Sammy in the face with a rock. And for all the times she put sand in other girls' gym bags and leotards. And for all the mean things she said to Lilly. And extra sorry for all the times she yelled at her mom and dad and Susan. And for throwing that rock at the giant spider. If she hadn't done that, then John and Josh coulda gotten away. They all coulda gotten away. But mostly, she was sorry for not ever helping Roger once. He didn't have proper winter clothes. He must have been freezing on Bald Hill. If she were really his friend, she would have called off the snowball fight. And they all would've went home and stayed alive.

The birdkid was right. The clown came because she was a bad friend.

These revaluations traveled through Delilah's mind like electricity, but before she could grasp the full weight of the implication of being a 'bad friend', it happened....


06:09, Today: Evil Circus - Hogwash rolled 1 success using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((5,7,3,8)). +1 Damage to 'Gouge' technique

The hand came forward in one, swift motion and Delilah felt, just for an instant, the yellow, curled nails forcefully pushed into the area around her eye. The Pig Monster twisted its wrist and there was a loud, ripping sound that was accompanied by excruciating pain. An instinctual reaction to grab at her face was brushed aside by the monster's other hand.

It had ripped her eye out.

With casual grace, it tossed the eyeball onto a stack of acorns that had spilled out of one of the many bags and onto the floor.

Delilah could feel the energy drain out of her, and with it, the vision.

OOC: Delilah Gains Flaw: One Eye

One Eye: Your character is missing an eye. He has no real
depth perception, so all penalties for ranged attacks are doubled,
and even at short range, the character suffers a -2 penalty
to hit a target. In addition, running
through dense forest or a labyrinthine house is difficult,
since the character can’t judge the position of objects or walls
relative to himself. Any rolls that require judging depth, spatial
relations or distance incur a -3 penalty. This can include certain
Athletics rolls for riding bikes or skateboards

Delilah Chooses:

Delilah Rolls Wits + Composure - 3 to stay awake

Or

Delilah let's the darkness take her, passing out

Delilah's head rocked back, then lolled forward. She hung silently as blood dribbled down her cheek.

Pass out!

Did she lose her right eye or her left?

OOC: Right eye

Delilah joins thread

Delilah: In The Land of the Blind.....