manipulating my character, if you feel like it. What did they call that in text-based MUDs, again?
Hey wait, before I go, I just realized, this is the perfect place to use the Sword of Pixelius. (the one from my sig. line, since awhile ago.) Well then, I sheath my sword, and take out the sword from the Nth dimension.
<OOC>Mob control? I don’t know, I’m not a builder.</OOC>
To Hal…
I would say… we could start by going THAT way.
Of course if you’re dead, well… does anyone here know how to resurrect people?
I’ve got a Scroll of Resurrection!
*:: pulls a scroll out, stares blankly at it, tosses it away. then another. and another…
some time later… ::*
Aha! Here it is!
:: waves scroll aloft ::
Now let me just read it on Hal…
~considers the effects other scrolls have had~
~stands way the h*ll back~
Still standing at the top of the chute/stairs, waiting for everybody else to come back up, I look around the chamber I’m in.
Now that the smell of stir-fried tofu has dispersed, I detect a semi-familiar rankness. I also noticed droplets of liquid running down the wall, and sprinkled on the floor.
I bravely walk towards the wall, and poke my finger in the liquid. I then take a whiff…
“Ewwww! Sombody peed allover the place.”
Heyyy. . . what’s a tanto-wielding, somersaulting person doing reading a scroll of resurrection?
You read the scroll. Your armor glows black for a moment.
You feel that Kos is displeased.
-more-
You displaced your cat Pixel.
What’s a cat Pixel?
Besides, I have lots of scrolls. I stole them all. Anybody want one?
:: throws a whole bunch into the air ::
Great. Now what do we do? Carry around his corpse?
But while reading the scroll on Hal, the weight of you standing on his ribcage presses on his lungs-- he gasps for air, coming to. His backpack’s pretty well mangled, though.
:: looks down ::
Hal! There you are! Were you there all along? Welcome back!
:: jumps up and down out of sheer joy ::
Scrolls fly about the room like confetti. You find among them:
Scroll of 1040EZ
Scroll of Finnegan’s Wraith
Scroll of Esquire
Scroll of Detect Tofu
Scroll of dispel flatulence.
::Comes out of “I am finished posting for the night mode” for a little bit, at least.::
What was that sound? It sounds like a a person jumping up and down on a person’s chest?
(oh, and a fanboy-written slash version of the Wrath of Khan in which Khan and Kirk. . oh, nevermind., it’s too evil to read)
Messy, messy, messy. ::gathers up scrolls::
Is there going to be actual treasure in this gig, or just a series of mishaps?
Hal wheezes with each jump, like a squeeky toy.
Don’t be wasting his newly regained life!
Phew! At least you didn’t get my Will/Jack Sparrow story.
:: looks blankly ::
Treasure? Oh right! The dragon! Which way did he go?
:: jumps off **Hal’s ** chest ::
“Is there going to be actual treasure in this gig?” You just answered your own question. 
Ohhhh. . . right! You notice in the corner a great big PILE OF TREASURE! Oh boy! Shiny! Glittery! Who’s goin’ lootin’?
Hoarding it for yourself, I see.
Scott Plaid, that’s not treasure, that’s just scary.
Me! I’ll do the looting!