The twenty first trial: Ginger

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You walk straight into the cockpit of some kind of space-faring vessel! It's legitimately impossible to tell how big said vessel is, or really, anything about it at all — even the decor is a bland, blank magnolia.

In the middle of the cockpit is a fancy sci-fi table-like console, surrounded by enough comfortable captain's chairs, in your team's color, for everyone to have a seat.

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~*~ PHASE ONE: DESIGN YOUR SHIP ~*~

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A 3D holographic version of photoshop pops up in the middle of the table. Grab a fancy digital smart pen and get drawing! Go hog wild — there are no limits on imagination! Your ship can be as big, small, fancy, rustic, or ridiculous as you want it to be. Do you want it to shoot rainbow lasers or actual live crabs? Sure. Do you want it to look like an old time-y pirate ship? Why not!

The only stipulation is that it needs at least one weapon system. A textbox will appear for you to describe (or draw) what your attack(s) will look like.

Once you're happy with your masterpiece, you can input a name. Any name.

Submit

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It's a tank.

A GIANT-ASS TANK, complete with a GIANT-ASS tank cannon gun-thing on top. The whole thing is painted a very pretty ocean blue and decorated with Ginger-coloured goldfish.

The cannon on top fires giant GIANT SPACE SWORDFISH AND OCTOPI at her opponents.

It's called The Pacifisht.

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Hmmm.

[ hmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ]

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I've got it!

~*~ PHASE TWO: STAT SELECTION ~*~

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Now that you're happy with the name and the design of your ship, it's time to select your stats!

You start with a bank of 125 points to allocate however you like between the following stats:

HP:
Attack:
Defense:

Submit

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Re: Submit

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HP: 35
Attack: 40
Defense: 50

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So we can't just dump an even split into all of them, huh?

[ Rubs her chin! ]

... I don't know what the other teams will do, either.

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Ah, well! I'll hope for the best!

~*~ PHASE THREE: PEW PEW ~*~

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Somehow, between one blink and the next, your bland, somehow shapeless magnolia ship magically transformed into the exact likeness of whatever you had designed. There's now a row of buttons appears on your console, whatever it might look like now; there's one button for each of the other teams

A brief klaxon sounds, and then it's time to go, go, GO!

Your task? To choose ONE team to attack!

Submit

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Clover!

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... Do I wanna go after Dusk?

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Mmm ...

I kinda wanna go after Dusk.

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[ POUNDS HER FIST AGAINST HER PALM ]

I'm going after Dusk!

RESULT

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… Nothing happens! It looks like you've got some time to kill before the next volley.

~*~ PHASE FOUR: PEW PEW TAKE 2~*~

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The klaxon sounds again!

Your task? To choose ONE team to attack!

… Oh? But the button for Jasmine has vanished.

SUBMIT

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Re: SUBMIT

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Clover

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… Eh? Ehhh? No one, really?

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That's probably gonna change now ...

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But! More importantly! What's my next move?

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Attacking Dusk twice in a row is probably mean.

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[ ... ]

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Oh well!

FINAL RESULTS

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A huge robot, with a human-shaped body but a dragon's head, legs, tail, and feathers, turns its sights on you as well, oh no! A flaming sword arcs through space, giving your ship a thorough bonk.

You have 28 HP remaining. All of the lights except for those around the exit dim.