[Halloween '15] Haunted House - Game Thread

Ok, that's enough singing, as amazing as he is at it. Toby seems to have really enjoyed it too, but all good things must come to an end, as they say! Louis goes for a wander and sees a fair maiden lying on a stone table. "Maybe she has Turkish Delight", he thinks to himself.

Louis creeps up on the fair maiden (a lifetime of practice makes him an expert). He kneels down and plants his nose on the stone table as he looks ever so sneakily at her.

Louis prods Aeris' boob.
 
Time ticked on, and the face in the mirror was beginning to give Ratsie the heebee jeebies. The wild eyes and manic grin on the painted man's face was far more unsettling than anything the rat had ever seen and given his present abode, that was saying an awful lot. The figure in the mirror started giggling again which was the final straw for Ratsie, who scrabbled down the table and ran to the slumbering minifigure.

It took a few pokes to rouse Batman, who finally opened one eye and groggily grunted, "Another fives minutes Alfred...". Then the giggling grew louder. Batman shot out of bed, looking this way and that for the maniacal snickering; it could only belong to one man: The Joker!

Ratsie squeaked and pointed to the mirror; there he was, with his stupid yellow teeth. Batman advanced towards the looking glass when he remembered that he had no gadgets to speak of. He couldn't very well take out the mirror image of the man who had murdered his parents with a piece of cotton and or an inflatable donkey. Crud -___-. This took the wind out of his cape and the giggling increased audibly.

Gritting his teeth, Batman looked around the room and there, standing as if spotlighted on the right hand side of the room, stood yet another waste paper bin. Ratsie saw where his master was looking and scarpered over to the bin and sniffed it suspiciously. Batman gave a shrug and joined his companion, but instead of using his nose to suss out the contents, he reached a hand inside to find what was buried beneath the rubbish.

Come what may, at least his headache was gone.
 
Turn 14.

(As usual do click the images a few times and you'll see what is going on).

Ground Floor:
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First Floor:

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Narnia:

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Beaver's Dam First Floor:

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A new area has been discovered!

Doll's House (discovered by Sexy):

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Particulars:

As Hameron slams his foot onto the treasure chest, the chest opens. It is a mimic chest! The carnivorous chest snaps on Hameron's chubby leg.

(Battle!
A roll of a die brought up the number 4, which means a hit on Hameron.
A second roll of 6 deals the damage value of 6 to Hameron.
Hameron now has 4 HP.)

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Agi attempts to unlock the door. An action die is rolled which attains the value of 2. The door fails to open!

Sexy inspects the Doll's House. As she opens the front door of the miniature house she finds herself shrinking to size and being sucked into the house. Pepe the Frog, daydreaming again, finds himself caught up in it as well. The two of them are now the size of barbie dolls. (WARNING - if you exit the house without growing back to normal size then you will be VERY small in the normal maps again).

Gerry Adams opens a chest and finds a friendly yeti. Item obtained: Friendly Yeti.

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Bugs unzips the dog costume and escapes from the evil cookies (for now...). He is still, however, quite a bit larger than usual.

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Louis Walsh creeps over to Aerith and prods her in her breast.

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Louis closes his eyes as he savours the moment. Unbeknownst to him the Narnian table has cracked. Aerith's corpse has vanished! Uh-oh! Zombie Aerith has approached!

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(Battle!
A roll of a die brought up the number 4, which means a hit on Louis.
A second roll of 1 deals the damage value of 1 to Louis.
Louis now has 5 HP.)

Batman picks an alarm clock covered in slime out of the bin. Item obtained: Dirty Alarm Clock.

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You may now post your next moves!



 
Bugs pulls the dog costume out of the hole and then tries to jump in the hole again.
 
Agi now panic stricken since she saw the other two shrink and get sucked into the doll house continues to try and break out of the room.
 
Louis is scared of corpses...always has been. Especially when he has been intimate with them and loved them ever so much. Thankfully, Louis won his hopping race in primary school 3 years running! Louis hops all the way to the beaver dam and enters, with Aeris probably on his track (who can hop and look backwards at the same time? No one, that's who!).

P.S. There's definite lust in her eyes. No doubt.
 
"Whay aye!! he's smallaye dan maye aye!"

Cried Jerry, as he hugged his new friend. Following this, Gerry headed back to the statues.
 
A sparkly and glittery tornado whirl-pooled them into a world of miniatures. It felt as though a magical unicorn was spitting them out through a rainbow's butt. Once the overly joyous yet vomit-inducing acid-trip was over Pepe opened his eyes to see the world before him.

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

Although Pepe was disappointed to be a midget he was pleasantly surprised to be in the house. Despite its grotesque pink walls and lavender carpets, it was nicer than his swamp back home. "Ah, a new wife and now a new house.... What more could I ask for?" Pepe thought.

If his new wife were to create amphibian-human hybrids with him he'll need to make sure this place was safe first. "I'll check out the upstairs but you get in the kicthen and make me a sammich first." Pepe was still at 1 HP and if he were to protect his slutty wife-to-be he needed a full stomach.
 
The unexpected agony and the shock of what has just transpired sends Hameron into a series of long, high-pitched squeals of pain. The sound simply resonates around the modest round building, bouncing off the circular walls and almost certainly guaranteed to induce a heart attack for anyone else in the nearby vicinity. Whether this means Boris and/or Gerry Adams start collapsing from cardiac arrest at the mere horrific sound of his agonised squealing isn't exactly at the forefront on Hameron's mind at the moment, because this carnivorous container is crushing his prized left leg!

The unending rush of pain surging through him is going to claim him. He can feel his vitality slip away before him. Overcome with every nervous fibre twitching in his body, Hameron reluctantly concedes that this may be the end. He has no way to physically free himself from the munching maws of this creature. How dishonourable. Is this how it is going to end for him? Will he go down in history as the only Prime Minister in British history who died in office while being munched to death by a starved storage chest in a house occupied by an anthropomorphic beaver resembling Boris Johnson in bloody Narnia accessible only through a pink wardrobe? Will anyone even find his corpse? Will his corpse at least look pretty?

Yet annoyingly, his body is in fight mode. Those classic settings of: fight, flight and freeze. He'd happily freeze now and accept sweet merciful death, but his body is too physically alpha and masculine to allow him to. With his leg still being gnawed on like the tastiest piece of meaty spare rib imaginable, Hameron allows himself to be thrust forward onto his stomach. Frantically, and doing his damned hardest to ignore the searing pain that is showing no signs of mitigation, he stretches his arms forward to reach for that one item he had seen just before he had the bright idea of slamming his foot against this fiend.

Yup. He grabs the model of the Elizabeth Tower (for the sake of simplicity, let's just call it Big Ben anyway). Awkwardly contorting his body where possible, Hameron attempts to position himself at an angle and with enough leverage so that he can either try and stab the creature with the pointy bit of the model, or chuck Big Ben at it...only God knows what good that will do.

The light begins to fade in the room and the environment around him is beginning to swirl into a blur, like a bad acid trip. It looks like he will soon lose consciousness at the rate this is going. He has precious few seconds left and he cannot discard the opportunity if he wishes to live. Lady Thatcher be his witness. Brandishing the model with the pointy bit sticking out, Hameron exerts his last remaining strength to stab the chest's err...'eye'.
 
Sexy watches as Freddo (oh sorry Pepe!) makes his way upstairs. With the adrenaline wearing off and the dire state of her health catching up with her she decides to procure some form of sustenance from the kitchen just as Pepe makes the suggestion she do just that.

"I was gonna go in there anyway you dork!" she replies, too physically exhausted to conjure up a more effective put down.

Sexy makes her way into the kitchen and opens the thing that looks like a fridge, inspecting it's contents...
 
*Squishel*

Batman withdrew a slimy alarm clock from the bin. It was dirty and grungy and smelled faintly like moulded apple drops.

"Maybe you should hang on to this", he said handing the prize to Ratsie. Reluctantly the rodent took the dirty thing in his two paws, cringing at the way the slime and grit oozed between his fingers. Taking out a handkerchief (thoughtfully packed by Alfred), Batman wiped his own hands clean while glaring an intense stink eye at the vanity mirror.

The face in the mirror grinned back, broader than ever; taunting Batman with his maniacal sneer. The Dark Knight could feel his temper rising, this house was playing dirty and he didn't like it. Not, one, bit. The thing in the mirror wasn't even the real deal and it still vexed him!

With a deep growl and swish of cape, Batman swooped over the master bed, took hold of the duvet and threw it over the mirror all in one flowing combo, landing perfectly with a click.

Ratsie blinked in surprise; that's what his master decided to do!? The rat looked at the sticky clock in his paws then back at the towering hero. Alright, so maybe the dirty clock wouldn't have been much use, so why did he have to carry the ewwy thing then?
 
Very sorry about the lateness with this one. I've been late with everything in my life lately, so this has inevitably suffered too!

The Christmassy stuff will happen. You'll see it when it does.

Also, apologies. I might not be able to allow second characters any more since there isn't a lot of time left (and nobody new wanted to join). So treat your lives as precious!



Turn 15.

(As usual do click the images a few times and you'll see what is going on).

First Floor:

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Narnia:

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Beaver's Dam:

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Beaver's Dam First Floor:

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Doll's House:

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New areas have been discovered!

Doll's House First Floor (discovered by Pepe the Frog):

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Cookie Pit (discovered by Bugs):

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Particulars:

Bugs removes the dog suit from the cookie hole and then dives in. The evil cookie duo are still in there and attack immediately.

(Battle!
A roll of a die brought up the number 4, which means a hit on Bugs.
A second roll of 1 deals the damage value of 1 to Bugs.
Bugs now has 3 HP.)

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The cookies nibble at Bugs' fingers and knees.

Agi attempts to open the door again. An action die is rolled which attains the value of 1. The door fails to open!

Louis Walsh enters the Beaver's Dam, stalked closely by Zombie Aerith. Boris the Beaver is awake.

Gerry Adams walks up to the petrified statues. The plump form of Cindy the Magus Sister attracts the attention of Gerry.

(Battle!
A roll of a die brought up the number 6, which means a hit on Gerry.
A second roll of 4 deals the damage value of 4 to Gerry.
Gerry now has 6 HP.)

A strange and agonising force called Love strikes the heart of our little leprechaun, and he is nearly petrified himself as he stares at her.

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Pepe goes upstairs and finds the first floor of the doll's house. A spider (not giant, but normal size, for Pepe is now very small) can be seen not far from the stairs...

Hameron bends over into an interesting position, grabs his Big Ben, and pokes the chest's eye.

(Battle!
A roll of a die brought up the number 4, which means a hit on Mimic.
A second roll of 4 deals the damage value of 4 to Mimic.
Mimic now has 1 HP.)

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Sexy opens the fridge of the Doll's House and can see that the disembodied head of a Ken doll and a plastic carrot have been stored there.

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Batman throws the duvet over the haunted mirror.

(Battle!
A roll of a die brought up the number 6, which means a hit on the Joker.
A second roll of 6 deals the damage value of 6 to the Joker.
The Joker is now dead)

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You may now post up your next turns!










 
Agi still panic stricken as ever continues to try and break down the door.
 
Our Louis feels like he has been standing still for so many days. So, so many days. So he goes for a nice jog upstairs and notices a hell of an ugly sight! Ham is being wasted on a monster!

This shall not do! :rage:

Louis flashes the chest's remaining eye and hopes to god it explodes from shock.
 
Pepe quietly sneaks into the purple bedroom to see what could be in the wardrobe.
 
The agony is claiming him and his life is slipping away. Soon he will be whisked off into the bosoms of Mrs Thatcher and the warm, jovial embrace of Winston Churchill.

Is this goodbye?

Not without a fight.

Even if Big Ben is now blunt and only good as a worthless bludgeon, Hameron is not throwing himself into the Lifestream yet without taking this boxed beast with him. With the last of his strength and with the sound of a dramatic requiem blaring in the background for reasons unknown, our porky protagonist musters one last blow to this demon's wounded eye...
 
"I can't eat this," Sexy remarks as she picks up the plastic carrot, "it hasn't been cooked yet."

Having never learnt to cook due to her family employing an impoverished maid to take care of the vast majority of the housework Sexy thought better than to attempt it now, especially under these trying circumstances. Sexy, under the erroneous assumption carrots cannot be eaten raw if they weren't indeed made of plastic, places the plastic carrot back in the fridge and stands with her hands on her hips in exasperation.

She reluctantly takes hold of the Ken doll head and drags it off the shelf of the fridge before trudging out of the kitchen and across the corridor into the doll house living room.
 
The maniacal laughter was gone and all was near quiet in the room.

*Squishely tick!* *Squashely tock!*

The grimy clock, ticked sluggishly in Ratsie's paws as both hero and rodent stood still, gazing poised at the duvet-covered mirror.

Nothing.

"squeak?", peeped Ratsie, questioningly at the glowering hero. Batman's eyebrows furrowed deeper, still suspicious of the stillness from the Mirror Joker. A minute passed, then two. The Joker wasn't one to be that patient, he would have sprung the trap by now had there been one. Batman's clenched jaw loosened a fraction; he looked almost relaxed if viewed from a far distance. He walked over to the mirror and with a panache that Alfred would have been proud of, he unveiled the plain, empty mirror with flourish.

"Humph", the Crusader grunted, "That's that then". Beckoning to his small friend, he exited the Master Bedroom back onto the smelling landing. Ratsie followed behind with drops of dirty clock slime trailing after him.
 
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