Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160218234517

''"...your mother's hips on a dog's death bed!" ''Moor Dread would catch those words as he ran into the dark room. It seemed as though the darkness could mildly muffle sounds as well, but anyone within the darkness could hear it just fine.

To Moor Dread, DM would be clearly visible, since he was on fire. Unfair to say, considering only his coat was on fire The fire was magical, and it cut through the darkness. He was running around aimlessly, triggering nearly every trap in the room. Explosions behind him, flamethrowers igniting him, and he seemed to tank through all of it, though it made his obscenities grow stronger. To the trained eye, it was clear that he was deliberately triggering every trap... he did this to avoid inconveniencing his comrades.. confident in their power, but assured that the traps would be annoying.

The Fairy looked at the blackness in confusion. "O-oh.. just how many traps are in there? I've counted... at least 12 explosions, at this point. Not saying this to be a meanie-butt, but.. how is that guy still alive?"