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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~*~ 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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~*~ 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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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. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

I guess I'm designing this space robot dinosaur ship myself then.

[featherbeaned]

Dinosaur? Why dinosaur?

Why not dragon?

Something cute.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, that's why you should be helping. To throw out great ideas like that.

[featherbeaned]

[ Cheep! Preens, fluffing herself up. ]

Giant dragon person robot! A little of me, a little of you.

[ Clambers and crawls across the backs of a few more chairs. Multitasking!! ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Oh, like a dragonborn from DnD. [NERD.]

[Will do a rough sketch of what that looks like. He ain't an artist, but should get the point across.]

[Plus wings because OF COURSE WINGS.]

[featherbeaned]

Like a what? What's a Deened?

[ Peers over his shoulder! ]

Needs a tail!

[schrodingerscockroach]

It's a game. Dragonborns are a race in it. Part dragon, part human. Or part some humanoid race, dragon part kind of takes over any other race creatures beyond body shape.

Of course. [And here's a tail.]

[Considers, then makes it a floofy feather tail.] It can be cute and work as some kind of solar wind sail.]

[featherbeaned]

[ Part dragon, part human? Trills quietly, thoughtfully. ]

[ And nods approvingly at the addition. ]

Good, good! Very good. [ Swishes her own tail. ]

Name...

[schrodingerscockroach]

The Dragonfire?

[featherbeaned]

Dragonheart?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Nods.] Dragonheart sounds good.

...breathes laser beams? And has a cool sword?

[featherbeaned]

[ uhmmm ]

Lasers! Fire sword?

[schrodingerscockroach]

We can definitely do fire sword.

[featherbeaned]

[ Holds up a paw for a hi-five...! ]




[ OVERBALANCES AND FALLS OFF THE CHAIR ]

Wah!

[schrodingerscockroach]

Whoa-

[Will catch her.]

[And then hi-five her paw.]