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Rolled 36, 34 = 70 (2d100)
"THE END IS NIGH! EAT SKITTLES AND BE MERRY, FOR THE END IS NIGH!" The Skittler yelled as he ran through the streets in ecstatic glee, throwing his candies at the mouths of all the bystanders who were either gawking at the ludicrously large mountain of housecats or trying to relocate to a disaster shelter. It's a bit of a shame this happened so quickly, it would have been great cover to attempt a jail-break, but at least he can take this time to spread the joy of the skittles without pesky interference. Even try out some of his new recipes.
"Whoo!" "Yeah!" "End of the world!" Clamored the modest following of random bystanders that the Skittler had begun to amass during the disaster.
"Kudarane." A young lady scoffed as she passed by on her way to the hotel-suite she'd reserved for herself and four of her classmates from business-school that she'd planned on grooming to fill the upper-management positions in her family's construction company. The last vestiges of her family's criminal background SHALL be scrubbed from her reputation. Addressing her four companions, she said, "It seems the Hero Association and police are short-staffed if such nonsense as this causes mass-hysteria. Worry not, our lodging is close."
One of the man in the Skittler's group broke ranks and approached the group of women, saying, "Hey girlies! The world's about to end, and I bet you don't wanna die as virgins! Let's find-"
"Come no closer, imbecile." The leader replied in contempt.
Ignoring her demand, the man reached his hand forward and spat, "Heh, I like 'em a little fiesty-"
Catching him in a wrist-lock and elegantly executing a throw, the lady looked down at the prone man with pure disdain before kicking him toward the Skittler and giving a cold warning, "Keep your lackeys in check, lest you be held liable for their buffoonery."
"What are you blaming me for? Just because the candies I gave them lowered their impulse-control doesn't make me responsible. And even if it did, human laws don't apply to a monster such as myself in the first place!" The monster responded in a smug tone, before feeding a bunch of skittles to the downed man, who leapt to his feet and ran off while shouting in excitement, either forgetting the embarassment he endured just before or electing to not push his luck.
"I see, you're a monster." The woman said as she revealed a bamboo training-sword, "I would have preferred to leave this to the heroes or police, as it's their job, but should you force me to defend myself you shall swiftly regret it."
Unimpressed by the woman's threat, the Skittler chuckled before replying, "So full of yourself, human! SKITTLE SPAM GO!"
DC 100
