[ There are no thorns, only cold, cold, desolate and unfriendly stone... except that's a lie, everything is quite warm. There's gravel and sand underfoot.
The chests open with wild abandon upon being kicked, like they've been waiting for some random adventurer to come by and manhandle them open because what the hell is being nice and kind on Pandora? We don't do that for the people let alone inanimate objects, come on.
Anyway, Owen kicks open the chests and reveal their very futuristic insides, as well as... guns. There'll be a holographic projection showing up when the lids flip open, and given he just high-speed kickflipped both of them, hope he can read fast before the screens disappear.
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The other one, on the other hand, contains this gun. ]
BRAD LUCK
Brad to the bone.
✦ Slows enemies.
✦ Probably.
Fires a low velocity, bouncing grenade which explodes each time it bounces. The grenade continues bouncing for a number of seconds before detonating. Reduced fire rate and reload speed.
[ There will be no fanfare for Owen taking the guns, but there won't be fanfare for him not taking them either. ]
He knows he can't talk to his horrible hell hound, and he doesn't have magic. So going out into who even known where, he'll pick up the cutesy one.
He read "Brad", and proceeds to pretend he didn't. He does not want to deal with Bradley's stupid gun. Also it looks dumber than the pink and white thing.]
[ Wow is Owen actively ignoring a free gun just because it's named Brad. I did predict this but it's funny and I'm calling out this horrible, horrible man for it anyway.
Well the gun is hefty but even a twink like him should be able to carry it... for now. Now that he's gone and kicked open the two chests though, there isn't anything else left for him to open. The giant door (?) remains blissfully closed shut, and you're still stuck with the vague muffled noise and your terrible little bed.
[Look at his little twink arms do you think he can carry two large guns? Also he's definitely the older brother and he definitely doesn't need anything that's named Bradley. Fuck you Brad, die so he can eat you.
He tries the door... handle? Does this have a handle is it locked?]
[This is what magic is supposed to be for. Doors suck. Being locked in sucks. Owen's feeling worse by the second. No, he can't be locked up again he wants out.
Going to go pick up the other gun and shoot the door, and then toss it back on the ground.
[ Owen... Owen shoots the grenade rifle at the door.
In his small locked space.
Mmmhmm.
Anyway he fires the gun at the door and it does leave behind a streak of ice all over the door, and also drops an ice bomb (his grenade) that bounces and he gets to play hot potato (cold potato???) with it. Roll to not hurt yourself before we start! ]
Not decent enough to come out completely unscathed, but as the bomb breaks and fills his entire room with its freezing air, he only really gets a scraping blow/cut to his leg, as well as having to deal with the cold that rapidly seeps into his bones.
Even if used to the cold, he finds the chill released from the bomb to be a different kind than he's used to, locking up his movement. It'll wear off eventually, but for a bit, he finds it hard to swiftly move. At least it's cooler now...?
On the plus side, at least — after he dodges his own bomb, he hears the ice covering the door crack as the door moves a little bit. Well, it's trying to, actually, but the ice has inadvertently locked it shut. Give it a second, here, but whether by your hand or someone else's, Owen will be set loose to the world (presumably) (unfortunately) (derogatory). ]
[ Sucks to suck, Owen. This is the price of impulsiveness. Let's hope being one gun short won't screw you over too badly in what's to come, though I don't control anything (this is your CYOA) I really have no plans.
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There aren't any vines, right? No thorns?
Cerberus is also here and biting his ankle, so at least he knows it's not a dream.
Unfortunate.
It takes him a few minutes to orient himself in the room and notice the chests. He'll just kick them open.]
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The chests open with wild abandon upon being kicked, like they've been waiting for some random adventurer to come by and manhandle them open because what the hell is being nice and kind on Pandora? We don't do that for the people let alone inanimate objects, come on.
Anyway, Owen kicks open the chests and reveal their very futuristic insides, as well as... guns. There'll be a holographic projection showing up when the lids flip open, and given he just high-speed kickflipped both of them, hope he can read fast before the screens disappear.
One chest contains this very cute gun. ]
BOOM PUPPY
BOOM! BOOOM!!!! GOOD DOGGY!!!
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The other one, on the other hand, contains this gun. ]
BRAD LUCK
Fires a low velocity, bouncing grenade which explodes each time it bounces. The grenade continues bouncing for a number of seconds before detonating. Reduced fire rate and reload speed.
[ There will be no fanfare for Owen taking the guns, but there won't be fanfare for him not taking them either. ]
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He knows he can't talk to his horrible hell hound, and he doesn't have magic. So going out into who even known where, he'll pick up the cutesy one.
He read "Brad", and proceeds to pretend he didn't. He does not want to deal with Bradley's stupid gun. Also it looks dumber than the pink and white thing.]
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Well the gun is hefty but even a twink like him should be able to carry it... for now. Now that he's gone and kicked open the two chests though, there isn't anything else left for him to open. The giant door (?) remains blissfully closed shut, and you're still stuck with the vague muffled noise and your terrible little bed.
What next? ]
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He tries the door... handle? Does this have a handle is it locked?]
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He can try to push or pull it which way, but it's very heavy. ]
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Going to go pick up the other gun and shoot the door, and then toss it back on the ground.
Nobody has to know he touched it.]
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In his small locked space.
Mmmhmm.
Anyway he fires the gun at the door and it does leave behind a streak of ice all over the door, and also drops an ice bomb (his grenade) that bounces and he gets to play hot potato (cold potato???) with it. Roll to not hurt yourself before we start! ]
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Some of us do exceedingly poorly when getting locked up.
I rolled a 9 so I expect this is going to begin poorly for him.]
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Not decent enough to come out completely unscathed, but as the bomb breaks and fills his entire room with its freezing air, he only really gets a scraping blow/cut to his leg, as well as having to deal with the cold that rapidly seeps into his bones.
Even if used to the cold, he finds the chill released from the bomb to be a different kind than he's used to, locking up his movement. It'll wear off eventually, but for a bit, he finds it hard to swiftly move. At least it's cooler now...?
On the plus side, at least — after he dodges his own bomb, he hears the ice covering the door crack as the door moves a little bit. Well, it's trying to, actually, but the ice has inadvertently locked it shut. Give it a second, here, but whether by your hand or someone else's, Owen will be set loose to the world (presumably) (unfortunately) (derogatory). ]
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He's frozen and it feels foreign. A sensation he's utterly unused to and without magic he's just stuck for a moment.
This also sucks. Fuck you Brad, your stupid gun is the reason for his misfortune (no).
. . .
Once the door is open, Owen is released into the wild (bad).]
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The Wild Owen is free to escape as the door finally releases itself from the ice and starts creaking open, and the sound of applause becomes clearer... ]