Angel Food awakens refreshed and ready for an adventure in a new land. He recalls the last time he felt like a tourist and snickers as he notices a local trying to sell a sword. The local looks desperate and immediately locks eyes with Angel Food. "Oh no, he is gonna ask me to buy that shit... obviously, it's not from the IBT #6 Item Shop."
Angel Food politely smiles a looks the other way. "Daoh! Never smile at them!" Angel Food is either a glutton for punishment or still tired. He knows better. Polite will get him in trouble here.
When prompted to purchase the sword, Angel Food replies like a overly accommodating self-absorbed tourist.
"No thanks, just because I look like I have money doesn't make me want to buy..."
Another denial infuriates the sales man and he attacks Angel Food before the end of his sentence. Angel Food sees the sales man's familiar change in expression. Angel Food attacks too.
Mhaha nice! you have won a trophy token, reply here within 7 days with your bitshares acount to collect.
!l3
You have all 3 life points:
You have all 3 life points:
!ibtluckydip
Please transfer at least 0.010 Steem or equal SBD to @wizardzap with exact spelling memo: for ibt6
oh, i didn't use the exact spelling "for ibt6" sorry
I don't want a refund, but be fair if you must. I like to donate.
!ibtluckydip
Look at that! Obtained item 4: Grub! +2 to players hit!
Angel Food tried to conger a donut. Some would consider the grub a fail, but Angel Food simply sprinkles powdered sugar on it. "YUMMMY!"
Lol!
!mysticzap
You perform a quick fireball attack:
Your fibreball looks pretty magical as it flys through the air making fancy swirls - where will it hit? Impossible to predict its trajectory - it burns the enemy with a hit of 5 points. Hocus Pocus!
Angel Food’s fireball loops around and smacks on top of the angry merchants head. His head is completely burned away and a cauterized lump of chard flesh remains on top of his shoulders.
The sword and merchants headless body fall to the ground.
The sound of the sword hitting the ground translates into opportunity for ears attached to the desperate. Peasants begin to take notice. Angel Food’s smile changes to an expression of horror. He looks at his wand and hides it as the donut hairs on his back begin to rise. His jaw drops as he recalls IBT 4 and 5. Looking like dear mesmerized by headlights he feels frozen with fear. The boat ramp creaks begins him making a sound sufficient enough to break Angel Food’s daze. He closes his mouth and bursts into a full sprint in a direction opposite of the peasants. A few peasants notice the blur that is Angel Food, but their attention quickly moves back to the dead merchant’s possessions.
Roll 5 + Grub 2 is 7. Only needs 3 to win.
Stage 1 result validated. 3 life points banked, 1 flawless victory.