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The festival had started to get cold, which wasn't altogether unusual. It was getting into late fall. It had started to get a little quiet, which also wasn't unusual since the festival was winding down as it got dark. Then it began to get foggy. Not a natural kind of fog, this fog clung to you, thickened the longer it sat near the ground, and before long festival-goers realized they could barely see their hands in front of their faces. But by then it was too late. By then the sing-songy voice began to flicker around the festival, haunting and high pitched, and full of mischief. Trick or Treat... ...Smell My Feet. Give Me Something... ...GOOD TO EAT! A flickering blue fire, almost a will-o-wisp, darted about the festival. It landed on stands and devoured candies with the wrappers still on them. It bowled over people and children, snatching bags of goodies from their hands and pouring them into a mouth that seemed too wide on its tiny face. And as it ate, it grew. Bigger and bigger, until it stood taller than the tallest pavilion. Until it could match a tiny skyscraper. The entire time singing its grisly song into the misty night. "If you dont....I don't care....I'll eat you down to your underwear!" Dumpty, Halloween Glutton DEFENSE 1200 NINJUTSU 200 TAIJUTSU 1000 GENJUTSU 400 CONCENTRATION 500 ACCURACY 1300 EVASION 1000 SPEED 1300 Suit Up, Would be Heroes! The Terrain is "Plains" and the Climate is "Mist"! @Peregine @tygerin @Seigen
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Ted wasn't sure how he got to this side. He didn't usually come over here. He preferred to stay at home and sleep or something. It was much less stressful. But something about the thick smell of syrups and sodas made him crawl out of his den and keep following it. He'd had to dig his way through to the other side at some point. It wasn't hard. Very few things were hard for Ted. It was why he was bored so much. All he had on his mind was the intense smell of syrupy sodas. Ted liked sodas. Blood was basically like soda syrup, so he didn't mind snatching a few people and chomping them up as he crawled along the ground. "Oh Soooooodaaaaa! Oh Sooooooooooodaaaaa!" He yelled to the festival, which had suddenly gotten very screamy. Ted didn't like screaming. He didn't like most loud noises. It's why he stayed home most of the time. But tonight, it was all about soda.... /////////////////////////////////////// It started with a shaking, and a sound like the earth ripping apart. At first it seemed like a normal, if ill timed phenomenon. Then a massive claw the size of two buses forced its way out of the ground. And with it came some noxious smelling gas that caused all the shoppers in the immediate area to drop to the ground on contact. The digging only intensified until a mammoth creature rose from a pit the size of a city block. The thing was all spindly limbs and whipping, cracking tails, except for a large, glowing crystal like protrusion on its back that had an eerie violet-pink tint. It beat, almost like a heart. It moved low to the ground, seeming to prefer to stay in and around the sickly grey particles that floated around it. It swung its head from side to side, and every now an again it's mouth would open, a four way segmented jaw full of small tentacles that would reach out, grab a victim, and pull them in before snapping shut in a spray of blood. It swung its head from side to side, as if sniffing the air for something. Every now and again it would let out a garbled noise, almost like gargling, if it was a high pitched, painful gargling that also sounded like you were in pain. "Ao Ulululululululululu! Ao Ululululululululu!" People were panicking, fleeing in every direction, if they could get there before they fell unconscious, anyways. Ted, Halloween Glutton DEFENSE 3000 NINJUTSU 500 TAIJUTSU 1800 GENJUTSU 400 CONCENTRATION 800 ACCURACY 1700 EVASION 1400 SPEED 1800 Suit Up, Would be Heroes! The Terrain is "Rubble" and the Climate is "Miasma"! @Cellar Door @PandaMattMatt @wolfnin @Pwnzie
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SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The sonic assault split the air around the festival pavilion as participants ran for cover. All Hallow's Eve was Croak's favorite day of the year, and today he had smelled a delicious feast. Roasted meats were fine and good, but the monstrous glutton found himself sniffing the sweet, undefeatable aroma of caramel apples and chocolate covered strawberries. In mere moments what was a happy-go-lucky festival was now the scene of a nightmare. Not that anybody could clearly see the nightmare. It was dark to begin with, and after the initial sound, a thick, rolling mist began to obscure the entire small fair. The splinters of cracking tents and the rise of a mountainous black silhouette was the only hint any of our intrepid heroes would get that were in grave danger. Croak didn't speak human language, but he did know how to laugh, and his was boisterous. Big, bellyful laughs ripped through the air, deep and growling and menacing. And where Croak laughed, the air itself rent the ground asunder. CROAK, Halloween Glutton DEFENSE 1800 NINJUTSU 500 TAIJUTSU 1000 GENJUTSU 600 CONCENTRATION 100 ACCURACY 1300 EVASION 800 SPEED 1000 Suit Up, Would be Heroes! The Terrain is "Plains" and the Climate is "Mist"! @tygerin @Cloudnine @MadKatters @Peregine
