Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20190419140143/@comment-36855838-20190419185601

The dragon's wings were somewhat tattered, her skin a sickly color, her claws like bone.

She took a deep breath, I knew what was coming.

"Inventory!"

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-Mace

-Popcorn

-Complete first-aid kid

-Keys

-Spray bottle(water)

-leather armchair

-Bicycle(+child seat)

-Helmet

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I summon my spray bottle, and fire several jets of water into her now gaping mouth.

The Zombified dragon's intoxicating breath dies in a choked gargle.

I quickly put my sons in the car while she doubles over and hacks up a thick black sludge onto the pavement.

I rush to the driver's seat and summon my keys, when a burst of yellow and black charges headlong into the door beside me.

Looking over, I see a massive spiked club has been embedded into my engine.

I summon my mace, lower the window, and spray the Ocelomeh in the eyes point blank.

While she writhes on the ground, I climb out of the car.

Stowing her club away in my inventory, I pull out my armchair and seat myself beside her.

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You got the "Ocelomeh club"

+ 50 LD

+ 50 Non-living AT

+ 50 Structure AT

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"AUghauagathataba!!!"

"Hey."

I wave, and she pounces, landing on top of my lap and grabbing my shoulders.

Without moving, I simply stow away the mace.

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You got the "pepper spray stain"

This item can be used to partially refill the Mace

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I refill the can, and she simply, sits still, screams dead on her lips, her eyes slowing the previously rapid-fire blinking.

"You wrecked my car."

She continues to stare, dumbstruck.

"What did you just-"

"You don't deny it?"

She gets a frustrated expression on her face, before she feels the weight of a paper bucket on her head.

"Popcorn?"

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The two of us sit together making idle conversation with my sons as the mechanic tows my car away, and I sneak the cash in his wallet into my inventory.

"So, how long have you been able to do that?"

I summon out a napkin and wipe steaksauce off my face, while she continues to chow down on a gallon tub of chicken salad.

"Well I sort of just got the ability after I discovered pausing, and before I turned off inverted controls. Don't get me wrong, being left handed was cool and all, but my hand kept smudging ink when I wrote."

She looks puzzled for a bit, before shrugging and polishing off the last few morsels of her dinner.

"So, you wanted to have me for yourself?"

She looks around nervously, blushing, despite the fact we're in a tent and my sons are asleep in their beds.

"Yes, I do."

I sigh, stowing the tablecloth and table, along with the chairs and utensils and containers.

At last, I place down my bed, still too large for one.

"You could've just asked, I prefer honesty, after all."

I step outside after nudging her towards the bed.

"You can come in, now!"

The undead dragon tosses the massive bone she'd been sucking marrow from aside, bounding into the tent behind me.

"Thank you!"

I double check my sons are asleep and wearing noise-canceling headphones before we begin.