The Battle for the Sandwich

[strmblsd he/him]

i go ice skating. thats it just ice skating.. nothing special

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

I punch you in the face with a big metal gauntlet that appears on my hand as a swing, it lays you flat and I give the sandwich to Rusty, who runs away.

[Doomslug the Arcane she/her]

4 hours ago, AltonicKeys said:

I, mistaking you for a meanie-mean face, build a prison around you, except I didn't misjudge you and you are evil. Twenty years dungeon.

I, mistaking the prison to be non existent, break out and steal the sandwich. except I didn't make a mistake and the prison poofed away

[dezaS Hᴇ/Hɪᴍ]

My bonded spren manifests as a metal Shardsandwich that is hollow and the exact shape and weight of the sandwich. I switch it for the original sandwich and escape before the Indana Jones-esque traps actuate from my removing the sandwich from the pedestal.

[AltonicKeys he/him]

3 minutes ago, DazeS said:

My bonded spren manifests as a metal Shardsandwich that is hollow and the exact shape and weight of the sandwich. I switch it for the original sandwich and escape before the Indana Jones-esque traps actuate from my removing the sandwich from the pedestal.

(Popping in to say Welcome! and also your profile pic is amazing and I love it)

[Unintelligenius he/him]

37 minutes ago, DazeS said:

My bonded spren manifests as a metal Shardsandwich that is hollow and the exact shape and weight of the sandwich. I switch it for the original sandwich and escape before the Indana Jones-esque traps actuate from my removing the sandwich from the pedestal.

I run after you and start shooting arrows at you like in Indiana Jones.

[dezaS Hᴇ/Hɪᴍ]

I use the sandwich to block an arrow, and tear it out of the sandwich and keep eating and eating. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

The Sandwich repels your bits.

It is not for you.

I jump, creating a trail of clones that follow me as I launch myself haphazardly towards you.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Fish could feel herself getting dizzy. 

“Chemical weapons for sale,” she tried. 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

I step between It and the sandwich, summon a shardblade, and prepare to fight.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

4 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

I step between It and the sandwich, summon a shardblade, and prepare to fight.

It knows you.

It is a being of cosmic power.

It has ruled the world for aeons, and has slain ancient hero’s of the past.

It. Will. Not. Fail.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

"No chemical weapons? Uhhh... how about sneaky poison?" 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

It clearly doesn't know what I am, Born of Godith and illuminated of dragons I have become powerful.

Edited January 17, 2025 by IcedOutPenguin

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

30 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

It clearly doesn't know what I am, Born of Godith and illuminated of dragons I have become powerful.

It.

Is.

CHAOS.

Death trembles before it, as it claims death.

Its domain is not merely death, but rather all pain, all confusion.

It.

Is.

CHAOS.

Pain fuels it.

It. Fuels. Pain.

[Unintelligenius he/him]

I grab the Sandwich while everyone is distracted with the pain and chaos and death.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

I hold my shardblade high and whisper a prayer to Godith

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

It attacks.

Cloning itself thousands of times, it charged.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Fish shrugged, watching everything. 

"I'll be here," she said to nobody in particular. "Selling weapons." 

[One of the Ten Fools he/him]

I preform an ancient ritual to cleanse the sandwich of the evil spirits.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

The clones disappear as they are unimagined, and with no grand design or higher to mediate the world, it works.

Edited January 17, 2025 by IcedOutPenguin

[One of the Ten Fools he/him]

"@Halcyon The Only would you perchance sell salt?"

Edited January 17, 2025 by One of the Ten Fools
misspelled a word

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

8 hours ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

The clones disappear as they are unimagined, and with no grand design or higher to mediate the world, it works.

They. Stay.

It dictates it so.

They launch themselves at you, tearing at you with eldritch claws.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

10 hours ago, One of the Ten Fools said:

"@Halcyon The Only would you purchase sell salt?"

Fish blinked. “I… guess I could react my acids and bases, sure. Uh… ten bucks.”

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

I become a maelstrom of blades, and most of Its clones disappear into showers of dust.

[One of the Ten Fools he/him]

2 hours ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Fish blinked. “I… guess I could react my acids and bases, sure. Uh… ten bucks.”

"I only have two quarters, a safety pin, and some pocket lint."