Tyrese stormed past the water and towards the Southern exit. He was pissed off and not afraid to show it. He flexed his arms and pushed the Southern door hard and fast, storming through as it swung open wide. The sooner he could get through the better.

The room he stepped out into was twice the width of a standard room. A light green hue hung in the air as he stepped across the floor. There was a door to the fast East and another to the South on the Eastern side. The door he'd just stepped through was on the Western side and there was another exit to the West. Near that exit was a stone face resembling an old man with windswept hair. Its mouth was open wide and it clutched at the shaggy mane with a curved palm.

Somebody had written in chalk on the wall here. It read: "10 W". Tyrese shrugged it off and set about storming towards the East of the room, trying to get as far away from the door as possible. As he did he paused for thought when he came across the trail of dried blood on the floor. There was quite a lot of it. It moved all the way to the Eastern wall where there was more scattered across the surface. And lots of holes for...

There was a clink noise suddenly as a set of razor sharp spikes emerged from the wall. Tyrese braced himself, knowing what was coming. Suddenly he was swept off his feet by the face on the West as it blasted forth a tremendous rush of air from the open mouth. He felt himself flying towards the spikes as he tried to clutch out and grab onto some railings by the wall. It was no use.

There was a thunk and a fleshy sound as the back of his arm was embedded in the spiked wall. He tried to crawl forward but the pain was intense and so was the gale that blew at him. Finally the wind ceased entirely and Tyrese was stuck by the wall. There was a thunk followed by an equally sickening fleshy sound as the spiked fell back into the wall. Tyrese staggered forth, bleeding from his back as he collapsed on the floor.

He was laying there as people clustered into the room.

"Are you okay?" Came a voice from the crowd. It was hard to make them out. The pain was intense.

"Like any of you care." Said Tyrese snarling. He spat at the floor and pulled himself upright, moving to the corner where he could sit in solitude.

It is now Phase 48. Phase 48 will end in roughly 24 hours from now.

Players (22):
Airlea
Andrael
Boone
Brie
Brittany
Dennis
Dern
Eleanor
Frederick (I)
General Chuikov
Hobert
Kristoff
Marek
Maria
Mark
Peter
Rita
Sophia
Stonehard Lee
Tyrese
Urk
Walton

Exits:
North
East
South
West

loot

*tries to adjust Rita's face*

-_^

^_o

ô_ô

##Lynch: Tyrese

^wasting no time there huh?

Damn that Parker.

Guess we're all green now.

:( How bad is the wound, Tyrese?

Walton @ 16/5/2013 22:18

^wasting no time there huh?

I don't see why not.

Severe wound, one more and I am a goner.

Tyrese @ 16/5/2013 22:20

Severe wound, one more and I am a goner.

Thought so. That sucks. :(

Tyrese @ 16/5/2013 22:20

Severe wound, one more and I am a goner.

You'll probably be healed.

If my theory was correct.

At least he was put to good use. ô_ô

Helm @ 16/5/2013 21:21

Tyrese @ 16/5/2013 22:20 Severe wound, one more and I am a goner. You'll probably be healed. If my theory was correct.

Yeah, well if the healer is somebody like Mark, then I don't think so.

Tyrese @ 16/5/2013 22:22

Helm @ 16/5/2013 21:21 Tyrese @ 16/5/2013 22:20 Severe wound, one more and I am a goner. You'll probably be healed. If my theory was correct. Yeah, well if the healer is somebody like Mark, then I don't think so.

Well my theory was that the healer was passive and couldn't control the healing.