welcome to mayfield: day 3

[mayfield_mods]

[Those who wake up in the town on the third day will soon notice that something's definitely off. The cracks in the sky are appearing more frequently and lasting for minutes at a time, and there's a strange white fog drifting over the clouds.

For those who've just arrived, welcome to our new little town! We're sure you're glad to see your missing friends again; nothing to worry about here, they've just been too busy enjoying the upgraded carnival to go back home. Any bleeding limbs or serious wounds you may spot are obviously just a sign of how much fun they've been having.]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

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[mayfield_mods]

[The grip of the creature is inhumanly strong; there is a snap as Latvia's leg is broken. Poland's sword strike lands not a moment after, and while it doesn't sever the arms it does cut down to the bone. Now all three faces are shrieking in fury and agony, and at last, the thing lets go of Latvia's leg, backing away into the darkness again.

A cacophony of howls identical to the ones the creature is making begin to reverberate from the tunnel, as the eyes seem to widen and draw closer...]

[vytis]

[Lithuania shifts to pick Latvia up--he heard that snap, there's no way Latvia is running on that--and takes off running at the same time. He doesn't waste any more energy shouting anything to Poland, as he's pretty sure Poland knows to run when he has the opportunity.]

[likesottlyfab]

[Poland takes a moment to yank on the sword and pull it out of the creature, before it manages to retreat back into the tunnel with it. He's pretty sure he'd never hear the end of it from Lithuania if he managed to lose it, you know assuming they didn't all die.

Catching a glance at the other sets of eyes starting to move forward in the tunnel, Poland hauls the sword over his shoulder and chases after Lithuania.]

Liet, this is all your fault!

[balzams]

[He felt the snap more than he heard it and let out a strained cry. At long last he felt the pressure released but it left him near paralysed. If Lithuania wasn't there he's be dead for sure. Clinging onto his shirt as tight as he can, burying his face he tries to block out the howls of the creature and Poland's complaints.

He could handle this, the pain was nothing he hadn't experienced before. Although it probably wasn't the pain that was upsetting]