Me: This...
Me: Isnt me.
Me: This is NOT me.
Teddybear: do you mean to imply that it was I who did those insane killings?
Me: I' mean this can't be what I am...
Me: What I've become,
Me: It makes no sense
Teddybear: What, you dont feel you are the logical product of your past?
Teddybear: If that is the case, then I would like to know by what sale of
Logic you subscribe to, that allows you to accept that a stuffed animal
-such as myself- talks to you.
Me: thats just it. The Logic is fucked up here, there is something inherently
wrong in this, I will show you, i can be nice.
Me: I can be subtle, I can be nice...
> > You are blinded by the light.
>
Connie arrives from the east.
> You are blinded by the light.
> > You are blinded by the light.
> Connie the half-elf.
She is in excellent condition.
She is surrounded by an elemental air shield.
Wielding : a Skullsplitter and a Chaos Sword.
Wearing : a Chainmail of the Defiler, a Cloudy Ring, a Mithril Belt, a Cloak
of the Eel, a Holy Pendant, a Gachir's ring, a Black dragons vest, a
Silk trousers, a Kender Medallion, a Talisman of Seeliy, a Collar, a
Chaos Bracers, a Ring of Enlightenment, a Chaos Helm, a Ring of
Health, a Dragon Leather Boots, a Lucky Dragon Foot and a Sheng.
>
You leap out and nail Connie with a satisfying crack to the back of the skull.
Connie slumps to the ground in a heap.
>
Connie shifts groggily.
Connie shifts groggily.
You are not calm enough.
> You begin to carefully remove Chaos Helm from Connie.
>
Connie shifts groggily.
> > > >
Connie shifts groggily.
Yes! You manage to strip and snag the Chaos Helm from Connie!
> > > You begin to carefully remove Chaos Bracers from Connie.
> > > > > > >
Connie shifts groggily.
Connie shifts groggily.
> > > > > Yes! You manage to strip and snag the Chaos Bracers from Connie!
> You begin to carefully remove Chainmail of the Defiler from Connie.
>
Connie shifts groggily.
> > > > > > > >
Connie shifts groggily.
You strip Chainmail of the Defiler from Connie's body, but alas can't manage to
make it yours...
You scan quickly about for a hiding spot.
> You try to hide in the shadows.
You are not calm enough.
>
Connie shifts groggily.
That item is not in use, try stealing it instead.
>
Connie shifts groggily.
You snag the Chainmail of the Defiler from Connie.
>
Connie shifts groggily.
You are blinded by the light.
> Your inability to see hampers your ability to sneak well.
You sneak east.
Chaos Helm
Designed to inspire fear in opponents, the helm is molded to resemble the head
of a demon. The visir completely obscures the identity of those wearing it,
offering an illusion of a roaring demonic fiend in their stead. Horns protrude
from each temple arching backwards in a crescent on each side. Impractical as
it may look, the deep-red, velvet lining provides a very comfortable fit.
It is in excellent condition.
Chaos Bracers
As you look upon these bracers, it is not hard to fathom their unearthly
origins. Black as the void they came from, they seem to absorb all light around
them, leaving a bottomless well of darkness surrounding your wrist. Small
puffs of smoke rise from its smooth surface, trailed by an eerie green glow
which seems to be alive with magical properties.
It is in excellent condition.
> Chainmail of the Defiler
Strange metallic alloys of an unknown manufacturing process, make up the hoops
of this armour. Hard, yet soft, these pieces seem to be joined by some
unnatural energy. Like magical joints, forever bonding and strengthening the
armour, one would think it might incur some of this power upon its wearer.
It is in excellent condition.
Undertow: See, i can be nice, i can, I have borrowed this, because I need it...
Undertow: For some reason, I couldnt bring myself to do Teddy's bidding. Now,
I can put it all on, a perfect person, a pure person, I can be somebody else...
Teddybear: Excuse Me, Let me just interrupt your disjointed little thoughts here.
Teddybear: Let me remind you that you've still no idea what you were like before
all of this.
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