Rolled 65 (1d100)
>>5683299>>5683301Those pictures are rad as hell. Nicely done, anon!
I think I must have gone over my options here at least three times. After some deliberation on what Fizz would do, I think I've finally found a solution!
Finishing up a particularly ZESTY tour for a few Terminus Scientists, Fizz smiles amicably at the trio as they conclude by quietly walking away with nary a 'thanks' or 'gosh, what a tour!'
The street rat was starting to feel tired. Not physically, mind, she'd taken care of that problem ages ago. No, the fatigue she felt was... dare she say 'mental'?
The Herald had told her not to worry. The big lady in the suit told her she was too energetic. Every day it seemed like more and more people were busy poking and prodding The Beacon--heck, Fizz had the feeling people were scanning HER too! Weirdos!
When it came to these stirring lapses in OPTIMISM, there was only one place to go in the tower: one that was always available and was always happy to listen!
Having arrived just in time to watch a few Terminus workers chuck the remainder of their lunch into THE PIT, Fizz' mirth at the sound of grinding and roaring was cut short when she noticed they were emptying several CRATES worth of random items!
In any other situation the girl would be spellbound, but she didn't exactly come down here to SHARE THE PIT, and it was starting to get pretty crowded.
Spinning on her robotic heel... thing... Fizz' perpetually-shaded eyes spotted something in the corner-something she probably never would have noticed had she not felt some kind of mental 'itch' on the side of her brain!
Following the suggestion, the girl came across some items half-obscured by the grime and muck of the basement: a grim, serrated blade shaped like some sort of beast, and a set of armor that looked like it could just about fit her!
'HUNGERRRRR...'
If the cruel, disembodied voice had reached out to anyone else it probably would have commanded some sort of respect or attention, but its current mark barely gave it any notice as she immediately donned BOTH ITEMS!
Smoothing out the wrinkles and giving the sword a few practice swings, Fizz gave her new duds an appreciative smile! She'd have to stow her old gear in her room...
Whistling all the way, the street urchin had barely placed her DUSTER ARMOR and STUNSAW in the pink and flower-accented hope chest in her room before she felt an intense HUNGER in her stomach... one that couldn't be sated by mere cheese clinging to burger wrappers and the occasional rotten fruit.
This, she realized, would require something FRESHER.
Skipping down to ground level, Fizz gave Iggy and that uh... hm...
...Kelsey, right? Kelsey Ara?
Anyways, she gave each of them a friendly wave as the former worked diligently on some sort of modification for that Pervbot he kept around. She'd have to check in with him later!
The latter just ignored her. She'll come around!
As Fizz exits the tower, instinct takes over!
>ROLLING TO HUNT FOR FOOD! 