Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Thursday

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On the third day (or the fourth, depending on where you were currently huddled), the Toymaker cracked his knuckles and got to work: hallways shifted again, and groups that had been able to interact were cut off again. Gravity grew heavier to make it harder to walk, to run, to find the energy to move around.

The maze shifted again, and those trapped inside would have to see what new surprises awaited them today. The Toymaker wasn't done playing with them, even as their numbers began to dwindle. No, not at all.


[ camp one | camp two | camp three | ooc ]

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Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[ultron_junior]

Victor had brought some scrap metal back from the room of baggage -- it had been in a suitcase that helpfully reminded him he wasn't exactly human, ha ha. He rolled it between his hands, trying to mold some of it into cups. Normally that would have been easy for him. Today, the increased gravity meant it was taking all his effort.