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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2025 5:14 pm
Quote: Space 0: You have arrived here; nothing happens until you roll your die.
'He was enjoying himself,' were probably not words someone like Magnesia should use at, well, aaaaany point in his existence, particularly because of what he was meant that he was literally always at work. And 'work' of this kind tended to leave a sour taste in the back of most peoples' mouths.
But Mag? Well, he couldn't explain exactly why, but he just felt better this year than he had at the same time last year. Things were settling, he was adjusting, and frankly, he was finding his situation (which most would pity him for) to be nowhere near as bad as anyone would claim it to be. He could do things most people couldn't, he always had a home to go back to, and if trouble found him that he couldn't handle himself, he could call any number of someones that could handle it.
He had duties to handle, sure, but like, nobody dreamed of labor; nearly every working adult could grouse about their boring job (except Mag's was far from boring- he'd traded the dull for danger when he joined the Negaverse).
So, right now, it just felt like he didn't have much to complain about. He was happy to be alive and reasonably content doing what he was doing. If he gazed far enough ahead into the future, he could sense an existential dread on the horizon, but bah, that was normal for most people too, and he'd deal with it when it was upon him.
For now, he was solo in the city, and while that wasn't usually troublesome, tonight would be different.
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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2025 5:15 pm
Quote: Space 6: You hear a shrill, humming noise; it sounds almost like something is firing past you–and sometimes, you even feel a sharp burst of air, like something has just missed you. Maybe, even, it does get a slice out of you. Sharp, bladelike threads seem to string up around you; you’d best be careful not to get cut on any of them between now and your next dice roll.
The die called to him, and like a hapless magpie, Magnesia fluttered to it, lifting the delicately glinting object between his fingers and raising it for inspection. Someone had lost an integral part of their game, and it looked like the expensive type you'd buy off Etsy or sponsor through a Kickstarter or some s**t.
Or maybe it was the type that just fell out of the sky and ensnared its helpless victims in a game they couldn't escape from without playing.
Who ********' knew, huh?
The scenery change made him wildly alert- this could be some magic from a high-rank enemy, and he'd just walked into it all stupid and eager. ...But nothing immediately dangerous leaped out at him, and he couldn't see or sense anyone nearby. It was just him, a die, and a very suspiciously board-game-like trail ahead. "If anyone's there and you're having a laugh about this, just know you won't be laughing when I'm done," he threatened loudly. To absolutely no response.
He scuffled around the edges of his- small perimeter, but there was nowhere to go and nothing worth seeing. His die glinted between his fingers, and just experimentally, Magnesia gave it a little toss. And was immediately compelled forward, beyond what he'd considered the 'perimeter.'
The little square he'd entered was larger than the last, though he could still clearly see the boundaries of it, but just when he'd thought this space was no different from the start, something shin and sharp careened by him, eliciting a soft yelp and making him lurch away.
Something else whipped by at his back, and Mag swipped around on one foot to try and avoid it. It was fast and everywhere now, making soft little hissing noises that his elongated ears had no trouble perceiving. Both due to sound and- well, the nicks. Sharp wires grazed over his skin, slicing the shell of his ears, his cheek, his exposed arms, snaring the tips of his horns. His size was almost always somewhat of an inconvenience, but he hadn't been in a situation where he'd been tangled up before.
So, like, being a bigger target was rarely better.
With a helpless little caterwaul, he dropped to the ground, laying flat on his belly and shimmying to pick up his die, too frequently having to buck his head to try and get his horns out of a snare.
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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2025 5:16 pm
Quote: Space 11: You hear a frantic flapping above you, but that’s all the warning you get before a hoard of bats descend. They scratch and slap and screech, but you avoid getting bitten. For now. You’ve invaded their space and they seem keen to defend it. You can try to fight them, but the only way to escape them is to roll again.
"Ugh! That- so stupid-" Magnesia groused as he managed to give the die a quick toss from his flattened position on the ground. It rolled away from him, and just like magic, the maze of wires around him seemed to dissolve as he was pressed forward again, into what he suspected would be a new Jumanji-esque hellscape.
It was kind of weird how little he could see of what he was facing. I was all sound and sensation, a brush of something against him or a screech from some invisible entity. But these sounds of slapping and chattering, it was just like what he heard in movies when a flock of bats was disturbed.
Good, something alive (probably). That he could work with.
His magic thrummed like static in the air around him, and it tingled and stung over his skin when he released it. He felt the charge around him, felt the surge of power it gave him- and the shock it cast out as well. For a brief and fleeting instant, the flapping and screeching stopped, as if the ones making it were in a daze.
But it resumed with newfound intensity, and if any of the bats hadn't been on him before, they were now. But Magnesia was a monster in his own right, and not scared of any old bats. With his own power, he could escape some measly square.
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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2025 5:17 pm
Quote: Space 13: At first, the square is quiet. Nothing seems amiss. It’s unnerving in how safe it seems. But then, it only takes a few seconds before you understand why. It’s just taken a moment for them to get to you. The patter of tiny feet is rapidly approaching. There’s no light to see them, but there’s a reflection in their beady eyes. Rats. Thousands of them. Chittering, frothing in the mouth. These are strangely grotesque, mutated abominations. They’re running at you like they haven’t got a fear in the world–only, hungry. And rage. If they get to you, they’ll eat you alive. The ground is trembling with their weight. You’d better roll quickly if you don’t wind up a meal.
The bats were only a problem because their tiny, annoying bodies were disorienting. The sounds of their screeching and the battering of their wings. Escaping them wasn't that big of a deal, even if Magnesia had slices from more than just the wires now. Little rivulets of blood tracked down his face, down his shoulders. He'd have a lot of wounds to disinfect when this was over (and he'd certainly be getting out of this. He didn't doubt it).
His own magic made him feel energized despite the sting of injury and electricity mingling over his skin. And he had to make the most of it now; it wouldn't last forever.
Now away from the bats, he didn't want to waste a moment of the apparent peace that he'd found in this new square. Magnesia wasn't so foolish as to think it'd last. The best thing he could do was keep moving forward. No breaks, no rest (because it probably wasn't like a videogame, where there was a quiet healing spot immediately in front of the boss, right? He definitely wasn't about to come up against some horrific monster that he'd have to face alone...?).
He grabbed his die, ready to keep going, and it was only after the toss that he realized he wasn't actually alone in this square.
There must've been about a trillion rats, staring at him and storing toward him like the plague incarnate. He wasn't afraid of some stupid rodents- but also he was under the impression that his meager Lieutenant abilities couldn't paralyze an onslaught of vermin twice, so... So he better get the ******** on if he didn't want to be devoured- And he did not want to be devoured-, thank you very much.
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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2025 5:18 pm
Quote: Space 18: You smell something poison, something noxious. You pass through a haze of strange, green gas as you enter the square, but it fades after a few seconds. You feel cold. You feel empty. You start to decay. Maybe a part of you knows it’s an illusion, but in that split second when your body feels like it might go limp and when you look at your hand and see skin melting. You see bone. You’d best roll the dice so you don’t wind up a skeleton prop for the next player.
The pace he kept was brutal, but it had to be. Magnesia didn't want to be anything's victim, and the only way to go was forward, anyway. He kept telling himself if he got to the end, he'd be free, but... Well, what if there wasn't an end at all? What if he spent the next hour just circling and circling and circling the board until he had nothing left to give and some pit swallowed him up or he just crumpled to the ground, never to rise again?
He wanted to believe there was an out because every atrocity he'd come up against had an out, but- It wasn't like it was guaranteed. Even if he wanted to call someone to save him, in this weird dimension, he was as good as alone...
Magnesia groaned softly, pulling his tablet out only to see that any messages he sent were on hold. The Negaverse's reception area could span dimensions, but not to this one, apparently. He tucked the tablet away, finding himself moving slower now that the boost from his abilities was starting to wane. What if he'd been too liberal with his energy right at the start? It wasn't like he had infinite magic, and if he went blasting through all of it immediately, what if the end came and he just didn't have the strength to reach ********, come on... He couldn't be doubting things now. The end was somewhere, and he just had to reach it. Come on.
But Magnesia was already starting to trudge slower. The distance he'd covered seemed vast already, and he didn't know where or when an end would be. When he landed in the square that was his current destination, something horrific erupted in his face. A plume of sickly mist that he took a huge gulp of before he realized it was there.
And like, this was the type of mist that would ******** people up. The odor, that color... Magnesia expected he was about to land on his a** and not get up, after inhaling something that paralyzed and poisoned him.
He staggered because it felt like all the sensation swept out of him. He'd been achy and stinging from the myriad of wounds he'd already received here- but that faded, replaced by cold density, and Magnesia didn't think that was better- In fact, Magnesia definitely thought that was way worse because it didn't seem like he was just going to black out and meet his end; it felt like he was going to be awake and living through it, and aw, man, ******** that. At least have the courtesy to knock him out!
"Ugh, I just- I gotta- Just a bit more to get out of here..." Just out of here, out of this space, nevermind the end, he just didn't want to be paralyzed and decaying away and unable to do anything about it.
He staggered, he stumbled. He grabbed for his die as he crumpled to the ground, and it was only because his grip was horrifically weak that the thing fell from his hand at all.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2025 5:20 pm
Quote: Space 20: The end; once you have arrived here you are free to leave. You will see be basked in the glow of a beautiful, opalescent aura that will take you back home. If you arrived with a guest, you can leave without them or choose to stay until they make it to the end as well. When you arrive back in Destiny City, you may choose to keep the six sided die–if nothing else, it’s pretty! Though, it doesn’t seem to have any magical qualities, that might be for the best.
The compulsion dragged him only a few spaces, and then, mercifully, Magnesia was free. He could move and think and feel and it was mostly normal, but he could look back and see the winding trail that he'd taken to get to this place. There still wasn't much to see along the board, being that all the terrors were more felt than saw, but he knew what was there, and was happy to leave it behind.
Appearing back in the real world left him... extra shaky (because ******** it did; he wouldn't be cured just from the escape) and feeling the cuts he'd earned along the way.
But his tablet function was restored, and he could tell someone to summon him so that he could go home and sleep and recover. And that was literally the best plan he'd ever heard.
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