The twenty first trial: Clover

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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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Re: Submit

[schrodingerscockroach]

[THE DRAGONHEART]

[It's basically a dragonborn version of voltron. Human body shape, but has a dragon head, some dragon back legs for legs, and sharp claw hands. Also has large dragon wings and a dragon tail with 'feathers' on it to help catch those solar winds for flight.]

[It breathes laser beams and has a cool fire sword.]

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

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Ooooooh, space ship.]

[Picking up the digital pen.]

So. Practical or ridiculous?

[featherbeaned]

[ I mean, but first? Climb everything? Sniff everything? ]

[ Climb everything! Sniff everything! ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Meridian, you're gonna miss out making a cool spaceship at that rate.

[featherbeaned]

Busy! Priorities!

[ Clamber-hops up onto the back of one of the chairs, tail and wings out for balance. ]

~*~ 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

[schrodingerscockroach]

HP: 40
Attack: 35
Defense: 50

Re: ~*~ PHASE TWO: STAT SELECTION ~*~

[schrodingerscockroach]

[HMMM]

Honestly, being hard to kill goes a long way.

[featherbeaned]

Attack is more fun!

[schrodingerscockroach]

And if you live, the more attacks you can do.

Which is cooler to see.

~*~ 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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[featherbeaned]

Jasmine

Re: ~*~ PHASE THREE: PEW PEW ~*~

[schrodingerscockroach]

Ah, THAT'S how they mitigate the numbers. Battle royale.

Yeah, it's good we went on defense. I think we're gonna have a lot of hits.

....Jasmine is probably the one we want to hit first.

[featherbeaned]

[ oh no ]

[ wiggles ... slightly ... ]

[ she wants to hit ALL OF THOSE BUTTONS ]

[ mo_om ]

RESULT

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A giant tank with an equally giant cannon on top, all painted in blue with goldfish swimming around, turns its sights on you! BANG! A huge octopus hurtles across the void to splat against your ship.

A huge robotic wolf ship, all in black save for the apple green running lights, turns its sights on you! A stream of razor-sharp feathers pelts your ship.

You have 27 HP remaining.

~*~ 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

[schrodingerscockroach]

Ginger. FOR RIVALRY.

[featherbeaned]

[ !! PRESSES UP AGAINST THE WINDOW ]

Octopus!

[ Does she want to eat it? Of course she wants to eat it. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[At first he was thinking blue was 80H because her and blue. Then the Octopus happened and there's fish and it's a bit too]

[Inelegant for her.]

[....is that Faito? Might be Faito.]

[The wolf is definitely Thyme.]

Please don't try to go outside, we don't have spacesuits.

FINAL RESULTS

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A giant tank with an equally giant cannon on top, all painted in blue with goldfish swimming around, turns its sights on you! BANG! A(nother) huge octopus hurtles across the void to splat against your ship.

You have 19 HP remaining. All of the lights except for those around the exit dim.