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Post by Anton Schuhmacher on Aug 14, 2014 7:55:04 GMT -6
Anton had just injected himself with the large portion of morphling the sponsors had given him after being trampled by the beast below. Next; an agility test. The morphling was kicking in hard. Anton looked around the room. Ingrid looked fine. There was also another blonde girl. She seemed to be struggling through all these levels and probably would not make it to the next level. Anton knew he should focus his energy on the agility test, but he needed the sponsors' attention. He lumbered over to her, grasping his trident. He attempted to gather himself and confidently call out, "Your turn." But, his words were a little slurred from the high dosage he had just taken.
Trident Damage=2 Combat mEpUdqQi1d8+2 1d8+2
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Post by Anton Schuhmacher on Aug 14, 2014 7:57:07 GMT -6
With one quick stride, Anton threw his whole body at her and gorged the tribute to the floor.
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