Example PTS

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 20:20:39 GMT -8 cameo said:

Theme: Cornfield

Information: Flourishing stocks of corn surround you immediately, accepting no ability for you to return behind. The edible plants may be gleaming with the life it can provide, while nothing else sings such a song. Darkness plagues the sky above, not offering a single hint to what may be reside up there - or anywhere for that matter. Dangers may be lurking around any corner, though safety surely does not reside where you stand either. Better get a move on, before you dull the viewing Maze Makers.

Task: Please write a snippet on the beginning of your Character's PTS, roll one dice of 1-12 in a JFF to determined what shall happen, & await further instructions.

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 20:32:47 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Noelle Vangart

    It's disgusting sitting next to the very person who threatens everything I live to protect. The way he watches me with his hellish heat filled eyes, I'm not some quickie he can claim. My thoughts tear away to the children I left behind, regret revels in my sick sorrows as I know I have endangered their very existence. I have to do this for them, I have to acquire the attention of those watching. They finally allow me my moment away from the monster I know as Pierce and I swiftly stand to scurry away from his side. I refuse to let the devil out do me at any point. 

    A minute I count in my mind before steel slides revealing a world I am happy to see. Eyes are covered in nothing but countless cornfields and its a Maze I've meandered through during training before. In the back of my head I remind myself that no two mazes are the same but at least their properties are. I smile as I sprint down my first selection, I'll beat the bastard behind me no matter what it takes. 

Will link the rolls thread after rolling.

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 20:34:45 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Roll Thread Here

First roll was a 2!

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 21:19:15 GMT -8 cameo said:

Result of the Two: Impeccable speed, with scarcely a wrong turn. 

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 21:41:28 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Noelle Vangart

    Gold graces my wings while I fly through the fields of sweet scented corn and towards victory against the beast behind me. Paths are produced and chosen in quick calculated seconds never taking even a mere moment to stop. I'm used to this kind of effort, compared to the mines this is nothing more than a morning run. Being one of the few medics in those dark damp destinations makes my job ruthless, the amount of injuries is insurmountable. Still I make do, I sprint through the streams of coals and great amounts of graphite all to reach a person I will most likely be unable to save. At least I have the best record out there, but that's history now. 

    I feel a sense of confidence growing in me as though I am rooted like the corn. I'm not frightened of what I might find but determined to declare my destiny as a Mother. I hear their voices urging me to keep running, to keep spinning. For them I'll never stop sprinting, for them I will do everything it takes to win this war.

Will tell roll once its completed.

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 21:44:43 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Roll was a four!

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 21:58:14 GMT -8 cameo said:

Result of Four: Speed is still quite impressive, while the pristine path choices aren't as accurate - the Maze Makers remain decently pleased however. 

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 22:18:59 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Noelle Vangart

    While the wind of my speeding steps spurs my hair into waves behind me a thought tickles at the forefront of my mind. Are they happy with what they are seeing? Another bend brings my brain back from the thought of men and women watching me and to the present where still certain choices which could affect my success lie before me. I don't smile, I breathe and keep my balance in check. My eyes shut for a blink and for a second I'm spit back into the mines watching the workers, waiting for an error. Smoke fills the shafts and I'm running through the steep steps to reach those being burnt by the blunt of their mistakes, I save a few. My eyes open and I make another turn, no need to remember the fallen when all that matters are those still living in the home I have built back in Twelve. Time to beat the beast for the first time, this score will be my last say before the sacrificial slaughter. 

Will tell roll once its completed.

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 22:20:31 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Another four was rolled.

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 22:40:24 GMT -8 cameo said:

Result of Four: Speed and path choices do not worsen, nor do they improve however. Decent paths are taken, though not the fastest. - Still the Maze Makers are intrigued by the District Twelve Girl. 

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 23:01:34 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Noelle Vangart

    Daunting is the doubt which dwells within my mind over the next few tracks and trails I tread down. I am losing track of myself in a place I know so well, I'm becoming stunned by the similarities. I force my eyes to shut but never stop sprinting. Clear your mind Noelle, they need you to do this, he cannot surpass you! Hard light spurs inside my irises as I ignite the final features of my energy to over come the slump I have stumbled into. In my imagination he is gaining ground, the beast is growling at my family. Fire flames within my spirit as my full force is given to my efforts. I won't be beaten by a boy whose brain is in his pants. I'm a Mother, and Mother's don't give up on their children.

Will tell roll once its completed.

[Arrow]

Jul 2, 2017 23:02:38 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Finally back to two!

[Arrow]

Jul 5, 2017 17:50:27 GMT -8 Arrow said:

Noelle Vangart

    Steps span into centuries into the corn crops dissipate into a distant memory. Heavy breaths berate my lunges as I fall to the floor with the moments I'm given before the Maze Makers' arrival from above. Woefully I watch as the elevator lowers the platform and wait for the last moment to rise from my rest and recovery. As much as it pains me to persevere through this exhaustion I know I must grow use to such strains as the Maze moves ever closer to tomorrow. I throw away the shackles of my mind and remember what truly lies at stake. My family needs me to be strong, to save them from the sorrows Pierce will pile upon him should he be granted success. Even the thought stings my mind. 

    Calmly I pull two mannequins and rest them beside me and a medicine kit at the center of this small stage. I stand staring at those above me with a flail firmly weighted in my arms. "I am Noelle Vangart of District Twelve and I wish to tell you a story today. My story." I shift slightly preparing the weight of the flail to shift at a moment's notice. "My story begins with two parents going to work in the mines where their twelve year old daughter already illegally works as a medic. They both went in and the mine exploded that day because of the stupidity of a man and TNT. Both my parented sustained massive crush injuries from the debris." The flail flies through the air as one after another I slam it against the dummies in all the spots my parents were beaten. I watch again as the red rivers flow from the false skin as though it truly is their own. I set the flail down to my side.

    "Next in our tale is being one of the very, very few medics I had to respond to the crisis. So it was by my own hands that I had to attempt to save my parents with little more than some tissues, tape, and barely enough thread to sew a single stitch. Now I'm sure you can imagine how that went." I press a button on a heart monitor I brought only for this moment. Beeeeeeeeeep. "Yes, both my parents died that day leaving me to Mother three younger siblings. But that's not how this story is going to go. I want you to see what happens when I have the supplies given in a Maze, supplies better than that supplied to an actual District."

    Falling to my knees I work fast and fluid. I reset bones and stop bleeding to massive wounds on my Mom's mannequin. Only minutes go by before I have completely stabilized her and call for an avox who I ordered to have a machine capable of checking the status of the patient. It beeps for several seconds then confirms by own brilliant beliefs. "Patient Stable." My teeth grit. "I knew it." I now turn my attention to my Father. My work on him follows nearly the same route except for him I do have to amputate and stop the bleeding of half of his left arm yet still when the device is attached... "Patient Stable." Again I'm proven right about my theory. I rise from the floor to stare down those who will soon send me off. 

    "This is how the story would have gone if I had the bare bone basic supplies many Runners are given. So what was the point of this story? Simple. I am capable of working miracles and saving lives with little to nothing, given just a few of the first aid items often given in the Mazes I will be able not only to keep myself but my allies in constant top shape. I'm a medic who has more knowledge than any other Runner I can promise you that. Oh and one more thing." I pause as I stare down the two Head Maze Makers directly. "I'm the sole Mother of three siblings, basically my children. If you want to know what maximum motivation to survive is, you're looking at it. I'm not going anywhere without one hell of a fight. Thank you for your time." I turn and walk away with nothing but my hope to hold me up now. 

[Arrow]

After this you're done and wait for the Maze Maker to post their response!

Also as you can see above all your rolls are done in a private JFF thread cause you can't roll in pms.