Post by Rose✿ on Nov 6, 2014 0:55:26 GMT -5
Name: Adventure for the Cannabis Cup
Participants: Open to shinigami 3 or 4 people max.
Location: Start - Roses Cannabis crop field in the Wilderness
Difficulty Level: Easy-Medium
Setting: Damage Permanent
Plotline: Rose was suppose to have a successful harvest. Instead the crop had been overcome by weed loving hollows that live deep in the wilderness. These hollows have stolen the crop and have been consuming the plants ever since. Its up to the group to track these hollows, find their hideout and take them out while taking back what ever is left of the crop. The faster they are defeated the more of the crop can be saved.
Estimated Enemy Strength: Class 3 and 4's
Estimated Time Until Completion: ... I dont know :'D
Special Conditions: Save the crop, meaning don't end up burning it or were all getting high in there.
"THE GOD BUD NO!" She cried, turning to look at the plants she had once in perfect rows by strains. What should of been planted to the left was now demolished, her favorite strain. "NO, NOT THE JACKHARE!" Her voice cracked as she yeled, turning more to the right to gaze on the other side of the field. Those glossy crimson eyes now shifted to the very right. "OH MY FUCK THE BLUE DIESEL!" She gasped, now falling to one of her knees, her hand grasping her chest. She felt like she was ready to have a heart attack. "Even... The... OG... Kush." She was starting to loose her voice, as words were becoming tougher and tougher to speak. Clenching her fist she gathered all her might to speak once more.
"My babies! My plant babies!" She sunk down to both her knees now. A whole field, which was nurtured and tended to by the woman, mostly gone and no where to be found. It was like a form of paralysis had overcome the woman, she couldn't move her legs and was in such shock that she had troubles taking breaths. She wanted to scream, oh boy did she ever; but instead a mere squeak left her lips before the woman slunk down into the dirt. Rose never had children, but she expected that if she were ever to have one and loose it, this would be the very feeling she would experience.
Weak, shaking hands dug into the dirt as she pulled herself closer and closer to the mangled feild; dragging herself along as if her legs had stopped working all together. The woman was far from the strong individual she normally was. Right now, she was blubbering like a baby, crawling and sobbing as she pulled broken stems and leaves to her core, now going into the fetal position. What did the woman do to deserve this?! Well, aside from neglecting duties, giving shinigami drugs and her overall shenanigans Rose was a fucking saint!
The captain didn't want to picture what happened. It looked like a wild beast ran rampage through her crop, maybe, just maybe; what ever did this was around and maybe had some of her crop. She could have hope right? Well Rose knew hope wasn't truly real. It's a ghost. You can't touch it. It's weak, it's foolish, and it's a faulty foundation on which to hang anything you wish to build or develop. It existed if you wished for it to. The grief was consuming her at this point, but knowing Rose it would sooner or later convert to anger. The sobs grew louder, would anyone come to aid this damsel in distress?
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Participants: Open to shinigami 3 or 4 people max.
Location: Start - Roses Cannabis crop field in the Wilderness
Difficulty Level: Easy-Medium
Setting: Damage Permanent
Plotline: Rose was suppose to have a successful harvest. Instead the crop had been overcome by weed loving hollows that live deep in the wilderness. These hollows have stolen the crop and have been consuming the plants ever since. Its up to the group to track these hollows, find their hideout and take them out while taking back what ever is left of the crop. The faster they are defeated the more of the crop can be saved.
Estimated Enemy Strength: Class 3 and 4's
Estimated Time Until Completion: ... I dont know :'D
Special Conditions: Save the crop, meaning don't end up burning it or were all getting high in there.
"THE GOD BUD NO!" She cried, turning to look at the plants she had once in perfect rows by strains. What should of been planted to the left was now demolished, her favorite strain. "NO, NOT THE JACKHARE!" Her voice cracked as she yeled, turning more to the right to gaze on the other side of the field. Those glossy crimson eyes now shifted to the very right. "OH MY FUCK THE BLUE DIESEL!" She gasped, now falling to one of her knees, her hand grasping her chest. She felt like she was ready to have a heart attack. "Even... The... OG... Kush." She was starting to loose her voice, as words were becoming tougher and tougher to speak. Clenching her fist she gathered all her might to speak once more.
"My babies! My plant babies!" She sunk down to both her knees now. A whole field, which was nurtured and tended to by the woman, mostly gone and no where to be found. It was like a form of paralysis had overcome the woman, she couldn't move her legs and was in such shock that she had troubles taking breaths. She wanted to scream, oh boy did she ever; but instead a mere squeak left her lips before the woman slunk down into the dirt. Rose never had children, but she expected that if she were ever to have one and loose it, this would be the very feeling she would experience.
Weak, shaking hands dug into the dirt as she pulled herself closer and closer to the mangled feild; dragging herself along as if her legs had stopped working all together. The woman was far from the strong individual she normally was. Right now, she was blubbering like a baby, crawling and sobbing as she pulled broken stems and leaves to her core, now going into the fetal position. What did the woman do to deserve this?! Well, aside from neglecting duties, giving shinigami drugs and her overall shenanigans Rose was a fucking saint!
The captain didn't want to picture what happened. It looked like a wild beast ran rampage through her crop, maybe, just maybe; what ever did this was around and maybe had some of her crop. She could have hope right? Well Rose knew hope wasn't truly real. It's a ghost. You can't touch it. It's weak, it's foolish, and it's a faulty foundation on which to hang anything you wish to build or develop. It existed if you wished for it to. The grief was consuming her at this point, but knowing Rose it would sooner or later convert to anger. The sobs grew louder, would anyone come to aid this damsel in distress?
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