The Story So Far:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn1-50 Thread Summary:
http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r51-100 Thread Summary:
http://pastebin.com/wx3HtRT5QM Twitter:
https://twitter.com/HellbornQuestCharacter Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within) <--Brush up on this if you aren’t familiar with Sierra’s abilities.
Ask Languid Anything:
ask.fm/HellbornQMYou are Sierra Beckhoff, and you are the Imperiate – the one true tyrant of the thousand hells. Surely no opponent can match your prowess in combat. Operating off that logic and cunning wordplay, the Great Lynx, the ageless spirit elemental of Lake Superior, has manipulated you into a fight that you technically cannot win.
Technically, you can’t really lose either. So there’s that, you guess.
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HP: 35/35
PP: 47/47 (Red Rush: Spell Eater, Corrupting Hex)
LW: 15/15 (Prepared Summons: Monster, Tiger, Crabby, Hellhounds x2, Ashwight, Zithether)
Stress: 24
Sanity: 91/100
Bloodlust: Rising
You find yourself confronted by a convincing imitation - a duplicate of yourself. Pale skin bearing black fissures, spines and clawed tail, heat waving off shoulders, and grey, crooked horns. Every detail mirrors your own, except the voice. The voice is all wrong.
Evil Sierra’s cocky grin, her hateful eyes, everything about her makes you seethe within yourself. It’s wrong. It’s too wrong, seeing your copy. It’s like identity theft, except with every intimate detail possible, and the motive isn’t to steal your money, it’s to kill you. Stupid lake cats and their stupid word plays.
Your clone raises her hands to the heavens, a vindictive smile on her stupidly smug face. “Hell yeah, that’s right, it’s freaking evil Sierra!” she calls out to you, her voice sounding nearly a full octave higher than where it’s supposed to be. “I’m gonna kick your ass and cut your fucking throat open!”
This will end one way. With blood. If Nega-Sierra has blood, even.
