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Rolled 44 (1d100)
In the afternoon, you head to the library, finding it more crowded than it is in the evenings during the week. Despite the increased number of students, the atmosphere is perfectly quiet, allowing you to focus on your search. You browse through the chemistry section, looking for books that can help you understand how to make a flashbang. You pick a few beginner's guides and settle down at a table. As you read through the books, you learn about different metals, liquids, gases, and their unique properties. However, as you delve into the chemical equations about reactions and products, you find yourself struggling to make sense of them. As you struggle to understand the basics of chemistry, you develop a newfound admiration for Jaq and her advanced knowledge. It must have taken her a lot of hard work and dedication to acquire such a deep understanding of the subject.
You briefly consider the idea of breaking off one of the library chairs and using it as a makeshift spear. However, there are too many people around, and it would attract unwanted attention.
Despite the warnings from the upperclassmen, you can't shake off your curiosity. After your studies, you decide to head deeper into the hallways of the school. Every creaking floorboard convinces you that a monster is lurking in the shadows. But you <span class="mu-i">need</span> to find the materials you needed. You move slowly and cautiously, your eyes scanning the dark hallways for any signs of movement. You feel your heart racing faster with each step you take. Finally, you spot an old wooden door with a faded sign that reads "Classroom 101" hanging on it. You push the door open and enter, hoping that you'll find what you're looking for.
You grip the crudely sharpened knife tightly in your hand, ready to defend yourself against any potential threats. As you enter the abandoned classroom, you scan the area for anything that could be used as a shield or armor. You spot several desks in the back of the room and make your way over to them.
Suddenly, the door slams shut behind you, and the light bulb flickers and dies, leaving you in complete darkness. You freeze in terror, unsure of what to do next. You can hear your own heartbeat thumping in your ears, and you start to sweat as your mind races with worst-case scenarios. What if there really are monsters lurking in the shadows, waiting to attack? You grip the knife tighter, wishing it was a more reliable weapon. You start questioning yourself, wondering why you didn't take one of the sharp scalpels from the science lab or the Shakespearean sword from the English classroom.
Rolling for how bad it got
(Roll 1d100)
>Hide under a desk and remain still and quiet
>Brandish your knife and hit the darkness
>Run for the door and attempt to break it open
>Barricade the door with a desk, to prevent anything from getting in
>Slowly move towards the wall and follow it to find the light switch
>Scream "Mikhail", hoping he had been stalking you