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New York City, USA (General)

Posted by FroggychumFor group 0
Neito
player, 51 posts
Wed 2 Oct 2019
at 22:24
  • msg #86

nyc

until they are immune or close enough to immune from most light.
Froggychum
GM, 59 posts
Wed 2 Oct 2019
at 22:48
  • msg #87

nyc

after a couple hours, nobody's moved.

Then, slowly but surely, one of the younger ones you took picks himself up with a cry and pokes his head up a little bit. He makes a pained sound but manages to keep his head up for a few moments without his eyes beginning to sizzle, they do water, his tears slightly tinted lime.

He puts his head back down and gags.

They all shuffle for a bit before one says, 'Leave... we.... languish' they say, clearly not knowing the word for stay, but meaning that anyway.... They only know words related to their pain.

If you stay any longer, you might catch something, in fact, you are beginning to realize the poop dust you've been breathing in is unhealthy, and you should leave soon.

You somehow convinced them to wait for you, that's a big enough achievement for one day. If you want to help them, you need to be patient (and also give them some space)
Neito
player, 52 posts
Wed 2 Oct 2019
at 22:50
  • msg #88

nyc

I walk out and decide to start heading to a shower.
Froggychum
GM, 60 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 00:24
  • msg #89

nyc

You come across a public shower which charges two dollars for a minute of hot water and one dollar for two minutes of unheated water. Left with a decision to take a bone-chilling cold shower or the quickest hot shower of your life. Since you only have four dollars left in your pocket.

This lack of money is not only because you are broke, but because your backpack was stolen by the rats before you tamed them... hence, why your shoulders lightened up, which you payed no mind to.

You will have to go back for your stuff, eventually.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:29, Thu 03 Oct 2019.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 2 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 17:08
  • msg #90

nyc

Awareness slowly filtered back as Uladzislau woke up in woefully unfamiliar surroundings. Hard ground, something stank, and street noise in great abundance. Blearily, he opened his eyes, head turning to boggle in confusion at the dumpster he had been sleeping against. Uhhhh. What was I drinking? he thought in his native Russian tongue before he caught a glimpse of his arm. It took a few more looks and most of a minute for the odd, fire engine red color of his skin to really sink in. Wide-eyed, the remainder of sleep fled his mind as he took in what he was wearing, an open front vest and shorts made of some dark, thick fur, with bound fur boots. And that same insane shade of red everywhere that his skin was bare.

He had to still be asleep and dreaming, he decided. This was much too weird to be real, even if it felt like he'd just woken up.

Denying the truth that he was awake, and had been physically transformed by yesterday's events and the ring now on his finger, he pulled himself up on his feet and staggered out of his awkward sleeping spot to peer around in confusion.
Froggychum
GM, 62 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 18:06
  • msg #91

nyc

The dumpster was empty except for another homeless person who was also passed out. Except this guy wasn't on booze, he had a thin line of white underneath his nose and his veins were popping and off-colored.

The place stank because they were next to a sushi shop running an 'Out-Of-Business' sale for 80% off, and the dumpster was filled with tons of rotten fish.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 3 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 18:28
  • msg #92

nyc

Spoiled fish, blech. Odd, that he couldn't read the signs, but the pictures looked like Japanese food. Rotten fish wasn't a good sign around Japanese places, though, awake or in a dream, he thought. They were usually so careful about cleanliness and avoiding impropriety.

He got an eyeful of himself in the reflections in the glass. What the...? This dream is insane! I'm not a Viking! Well, if I'm one in this dream, might as well act like one. Hehehe. That could be fun.

Prowling around the building, he peered at the parking lot and turned to head back to where he woke up. It didn't look like anyone else was in a costume, which figured. Dreams often didn't make sense.

Looking around the dumpster again, he found the other guy, and winced. Those veins didn't look healthy at all. Reaching out one huge (in comparison to what was normal for him) hand, he slapped the passed out man a few times trying to wake him up.
Froggychum
GM, 63 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 18:36
  • msg #93

nyc

The man muttered under his breath angrily, but not fully conscious. His head was throbbing more and more. Almost to the point where it should have burst, the coloration of his puffed up veins and tendons changing to an dark, crimson red.

The man stirred and snapped his teeth, seemingly in a nightmare. Dreamception, per sé.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 4 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 18:56
  • msg #94

nyc

Hmm.

He gave the man a few more slaps, blissfully unaware of his strength as he did so, and snarled at him like he thought a barbaric Viking might do.
Froggychum
GM, 64 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 19:03
  • msg #95

nyc

Suddenly the man's eyes opened wide, fully lucid, "STOP!" he roared, in a not quite human voice.

The man's pupils dilated with fear, then a cruel and feral smirk came across his unshaved face, exposing his rotten, yellow teeth and putrid breath that reeked of cheap booze. The man's nose began to bleed, and he sniffed, hard.

"Y-ya got red skin? Were ya sent after me? Did Jan send ya? FROM HELL?" he roared, before pulling out a large knife and spitting at the man's feet, "I'll kill you before you get the chance!" he screamed, launching forward with his weapon aimed at the red-skinned dreamer's throat.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 5 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 21:53
  • msg #96

nyc

Who is Jan? The thought distracted him even as he jumped back, and he was too slow to completely avoid the knife hitting his shoulder. Red light spat from the ring, and music started to radiate from it, the first chords of the song Blood Red Sandman carried on the crimson light.
Froggychum
GM, 65 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 22:30
  • msg #97

nyc

He screamed insanely, "I won't go down! I won't go down!" he yelled, his eye twitching spasmodically.

He lunged again, but tripped when he stepped on his sock, which was hanging off his hairy foot full of toes with either no nail, or ones that were crispy and gunky. The stench as the sock came off was almost as bad as the rotten fish.

He landed on the ground and the knife cut off his thumb. The druggie screamed as his blood splattered around, "Jan! You bastard! Why are you after me! Stop following meeeeeeee" he roared in fear, before he started struggling to get up. At this point, his veins were bulging and about the width of fingers, covering his entire bust.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 6 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 22:39
  • msg #98

nyc

Stunned that the knife hadn't cut him, Uladzislau stared at the blood when the man accidentally cut himself. There was something fascinating and enthralling about it.

The red-skinned barbarian lunged himself, this time, a tightly closed fist aimed at the stump where the blood was spurting from, the knuckle of the thumb-that-had-been.

"Who Jan is?" he asked aloud in English with a strong accent, having recognized the language the man was ranting in. Vaguely, he remembered that he'd come to America for some reason, but why was still hidden behind the fog of the (apparent) dream.
Froggychum
GM, 66 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 22:45
  • msg #99

nyc

"You know Jan??" the man demanded quizzically, clearly still to high to keep memories of what he was saying as he said it... "That bastard's after me! I know it... God, I don't know why! Who even is heeee??" the man begged to nobody.

The fist landed on the thumb, causing a punch that would have broken the bone, to instead grow back the bone, the muscle and the skin of the thumb. Everything except the thumbnail was brought back, because the man had pulled out as soon as his lagged-out brain had caught up...

"Woah... I swear I lost my thumb... man, I must be high. I gotta quit this stuff" he said, a rare moment of clarity, before his veins twitched as if preventing him from keeping composure, and he began to rant again, swinging the knife wildly around in a non-violent, but totally dangerous way as he spoke.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 7 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 23:02
  • msg #100

nyc

In reply to Froggychum (msg # 99):

"Not knowing Jan. Who Jan is? You mentioning," he responded, astonished by what had happened to the thumb. But the fascination of blood was gone, and he wanted it back. Fists pounded as a flurry of amateur blows flew at the man's chest, arms, chin, and shoulders. The normally kind and pacifistic Uladzislau was letting the barbarian role in his 'dream' take over far more than he'd ever imagine doing in real life, and was trying to beat the crap out of the druggie seeking blood, something unthinkable to him when he was himself.
Froggychum
GM, 67 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 23:11
  • msg #101

nyc

The attacks weren't doing damage, and in fact, were seeming to, at least partially, cure the man of his intoxication. However, any blows that landed on the areas where hie veins protruded unlike a human, the attacks did severe damage, as if they were being struck by someone with, well, large hands. The man finally snapped out of his trance-like state and screamed at Uladzislau to quit it immediately, before he called the police.

He didn't seem to be able to feel the huge bleeding wounds where his abnormal veins had been splattered... but... then again... they had already begun to heal, as black tendrils stitched themselves back together.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 8 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 23:22
  • msg #102

nyc

"Blood..." the barbarian said, ogling at the bleeding wounds.

The ring blazed up, not merely spitting red light this time, but shining with a crimson light filling the immediate area. Filling it with both light and quiet background song.

They called me the Leather Apron
They called me the Smiling Jack
They prayed to the Heavens above
That I would never ever come back

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep

Once again there is pain
I bring flames - I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman
Coming home again


Red drops stain satin so white
The way I sign my name
The neighborhood's pretty dead at night
And I'm the one to blame

Scream all you want you won't wake up when you scream
No-one leaves The Monsterican Dream



Uladzislau felt his gorge rising, thinking it was the horrible stink surrounding them, but he barfed on his own hands and what came up was like a firehose of blood. Blood burning with the unholy light of his ring. Blood that congealed in reflexively grasping fingers, forming a huge, sword-shaped scab.

And the scab transmuted before his unbelieving eyes into a gleaming metal blade with a black stone hilt. A magic broadsword in his grasp, and he somehow knew that it was named Woundhealer.
Froggychum
GM, 68 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 23:38
  • msg #103

nyc

The man looked at the blade that had appeared in the hand of the impossibly-colored man and he began to enter a panicked state, clearly in disbelief with everything that has happened, "Wha-what the hell is going on?" he cried pitifully, he began to back up... and his veins... they seemed to hiss... they feared the blade, for a reason he didn't understand.

Then, the veins expanded further, and the ones on his forehead fell over his eyes and he realized what was happening to his body.... He began to scream, nearby people took notice and looked over... A hysteria would soon form...
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 9 posts
Thu 3 Oct 2019
at 23:44
  • msg #104

nyc

Those veins... more than just vessels for blood, it seemed. Veins didn't hiss like snakes.
Snarling a guttural, poorly chosen attempt at a Cossack battle-cry, Uladzislau lunged at the man, slicing wildly with Woundhealer trying to cut the monstrous veins and free the (dream?) person entangled in them.

The song of the ring grew triumphantly as he went after the veins.
Froggychum
GM, 69 posts
Fri 4 Oct 2019
at 00:02
  • msg #105

nyc

The veins snarled horribly as they were chopped open. Then, suddenly, the veins returned to a normal state, and all the horrifying features formed into a single shadowy wind with a wicked, inhuman smile. The man didn't turn his head, clearly oblivious to this being. As soon as it was there, it was gone.

Though the unholy entity had left the man, it had left a good portion of his upper nervous system hanging out, however, Uladzislau noticed, as he finished the arc of the blade through the man's body, his body patched itself back together. Clearly, this blade couldn't harm him, and rather, healed him.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 10 posts
Fri 4 Oct 2019
at 00:07
  • msg #106

nyc

Several more snarling, barbaric slashes of the magic sword went at the man, trying to finish (healing) him. Inwardly, Uladzislau was dumbfounded. What a crazy dream! Something possessing someone's blood vessels, in a dumpster behind a maybe-Japanese restaurant. It was insanity!
Froggychum
GM, 70 posts
Fri 4 Oct 2019
at 00:28
  • msg #107

nyc

Once the attacks fully healed the man, he stood up shakily. "This... was all a drug dream... wight?" he asked meekly, clearly not wanting to hear a 'No'.

He began to walk away and thanked him awkwardly.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 11 posts
Fri 4 Oct 2019
at 00:31
  • msg #108

nyc

The barbarian growled, his ring's light starting to sputter and fade along with the music.

"Will forget thumb?" he called after the man, pointing out the severed digit on the ground nearby.
Froggychum
GM, 71 posts
Fri 4 Oct 2019
at 01:15
  • msg #109

nyc

'Never happened!' the man yelled, holding on to his fragile idea of reality.

So yes, will forget thumb.
Uladzislau Stankevich (Blood Red Sandman)
player, 12 posts
Fri 4 Oct 2019
at 01:24
  • msg #110

nyc

The red-skinned Viking shrugged, and looked for a scabbard to put his sword in. He had none. Nor was there any blood on Woundhealer. Dreams. Go figure.

Bare blade still in one hand, he started away from the reeking dumpster towards the parking lot, the street, and hopefully fresh air, pointedly and consciously trying to ignore hysterical people staring at him but not doing very well at it.

What else is around besides the sushi place? Anyone else who stands out or gets in his face?
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