grandexperiment (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} grandexperiment) wrote,@ 2009-06-11 14:13:00 |
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Skill Challenge in action
For those interested, here is the Skill Challenge in action: http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?p=1
You need to be logged on to RPGnet. My favourite part so far:
And with that word, everything disappears. The first sensation to return is touch. The five are surrounded by softness and warmth. Then comes back smell and with it comes memories of childhood. Next comes the sound of a mother gently cooing to her child.
The five stand in a room draped with pillows, curtains and other fabric, creating a comforting cocoon. At the far end of the room sits a woman who, to each of the five, looks like their mother holding her suckling babe. The look of peace across her face is marked in sharp contrast by the vigorous swaying of the baby's head and the sick tearing sound of its maw. A thick column of blood pours into the luxurious carpet.
The woman collapses and the babe turns to face you. Its mouth is gaping wide showing bllod drenched razor sharp teeth. Just as the five go to react, their mother sits up. Her own face is now twisted into a similar monstrosity that begs to be fed.
For those interested, here is the Skill Challenge in action: http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?p=1
You need to be logged on to RPGnet. My favourite part so far:
And with that word, everything disappears. The first sensation to return is touch. The five are surrounded by softness and warmth. Then comes back smell and with it comes memories of childhood. Next comes the sound of a mother gently cooing to her child.
The five stand in a room draped with pillows, curtains and other fabric, creating a comforting cocoon. At the far end of the room sits a woman who, to each of the five, looks like their mother holding her suckling babe. The look of peace across her face is marked in sharp contrast by the vigorous swaying of the baby's head and the sick tearing sound of its maw. A thick column of blood pours into the luxurious carpet.
The woman collapses and the babe turns to face you. Its mouth is gaping wide showing bllod drenched razor sharp teeth. Just as the five go to react, their mother sits up. Her own face is now twisted into a similar monstrosity that begs to be fed.
