Scraps:
NOW THATS WHAT SCRAPs WAS TALKING ABOUT .... haha, that stoopid cat had fallen right into Scraps’ trap.
That Cat had been sucked in good, and was now playing ball (proverbially and literally).
Scraps was so happy that he could hardly contain himself. He began barking and running around like a mad dog.
He even got to chasing his own tail for a moment there.
Then, he remembered the ball, and he stopped (kinda; as much as a puppy ever stops). He crouched his front end, and stuck his back end right up in the air, like a wolf creeping through the savannah wilderness ... his tail waging madly.
Then he pounced.
- rolled 7 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 3,2. Rescue the ball LIKE A ROMANTIC IDIOT.
--You leave them somewhere precarious (if out of immediate danger)
--You take significant time to rescue them
Landing on the ball, he immediately had to give chase, as it rolled away across the grass.
Hahahhhh that cat was so slow. It didn’t even chase the ball; probably didn’t even know that Scraps had rescued it yet.
Scraps picked it up, and trying not to bark in delight, scampered off into the shrubs ... where he dropped the ball, and ...
What was that smell?
WHAT. WAS. THAT. SMELL??
Scraps went barrelling off to investigate the smell.
The smell led to a hole! A hole in the ground! It was big enough to fit through! It smelled like his master and Lizard Man and Storm Girl!
Scraps dove into the hole, and squirmed his way down it!
After several feet... Scraps plopped down onto a black floor.
Everything was black, in fact. Scraps couldn't even see the hole he must've just fallen out of.
There were only two things to see.
1. A big, bright tear in the blackness, over about 50 feet to the right, about 5 feet high and about 2 feet wide.
2. The cat... oh! And he had the ball!
"You forgot something," says the cat. "The point of the game was to keep the ball away from me, remember? Now you have to get it back. If you can
take this ball from me again, and
carry it through that hole in reality over there... You'll get back to your master and your friends."
"If you
can't, though..." The cat purred and extended his claws.