MOTH HUNTS

MOTH'S NIGHTMARE WORLD
Moth goes forward, there are a shitton of eggs.

Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: Can I roll to leave.
I'm rolling to leave.
rolling 1d20 (18)= 18
rolling 1d20 (5)= 5
Tam T. (GM): Moth suddenly forgets what's going on.
Why did she want to leave?
There's eggs now!
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: Fuck that fuck these eggs fuck this shit.
MOTH IS SO FUCKING DONE.
Tam T. (GM): The ggs move closer.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH HAS SPENT TWO DECADES ON THIS SHIT.
Tam T. (GM): They want to FEED.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH IS GOING TO THROW HERSELF AGAINST THEM AND PROVE HER DOMINANCE.
TWO DECADES OF ACADEMIC FRUSTRATION FUEL HER.
rolling 1d20 (19)= 19
Tam T. (GM): Moth successfully flops against them.
and begins to roll over them.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: Moth plunges her head into their depths to devour their essence.
Tam T. (GM): Moth is the yolk of the joke
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH WILL FEED ON HER PREY.
Tam T. (GM): She devours their secrets.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: AND SHE WILL PUBLISH SEVERAL PAPERS ON THEIR TASTE AND CONSISTENCY.
Tam T. (GM): Moth doesn't want to be fed.
She wants to hunt.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH BEGINS TO HUNT.
rolling 1d20 (19)= 19
Tam T. (GM): THERE ARE MORE.
TO THE EAST.
CONSUME THEM WHOLE.
3 REMAIN
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH CONSUMES THE EGGS.
rolling 1d20 (8) = 8
Tam T. (GM): SHE CONSUMES THEM.
BECAUSE THEY'RE FUCKING EGGS.
Moth feels a bit sick.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH HAS REACHED ENLIGHTENMENT. THE SECRET OF EGGS IS THAT THEY ARE FOOD.
Tam T. (GM): that was A LOT of Cholesterol.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: SHE KNOWS HER CALLING. IT IS TO DEVOUR THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING IN IT.
Tam T. (GM): Moth is delusional to the secret of eggs.
but MAYBE... the secret is in this VERY ROOM.
There seems to be ONE MORE EGG.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH IS GOING TO EAT IT.
Tam T. (GM): MOTH SEES IT.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH ATTEMPTS TO UNHINGE HER JAW TO SWALLOW IT HALL.
Tam T. (GM): This isn't any ordinary egg.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: *WHOLE
Tam T. (GM): It's eggcellent.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: rolling 1d20 (3) = 3
Tam T. (GM): Moth chews the egg.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS, BUT IT IS ACCEPTABLE.
Tam T. (GM): she's on edgge.
MOTH BEGINS TO FLOAT IN THE AIR AND GLOW.
SHE HAS DISCOVERED THE SECRET TO EGGS.
SHE HAS TO TELL SOMEONE IMMEDIATELY.
but no one was there...
She ate them all.
Tam T. (GM): SHE ATE THEM ALL
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: Moth is okay with this.
They were delicious.
Tam T. (GM): SHE ATE ALL THE PEOPLE SHE COULD HAVE TOLD ABOUT THE EGGS.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: THEY DESERVED IT FOR BEING SO DELICIOUS.
Tam T. (GM): AND SHE'S BEGINNING TO FORGET THE SECRET TO EGGS.
ALL THAT WORK
AND IT'S SLIPPING AWAY.
Prof. Lucrèce Faberge: MOTH ATTEMPTS TO CONSUME HERSELF TO GAIN HER OWN KNOWLEDGE.
rolling 1d20 (18) = 18
Tam T. (GM): THERE ARE NO MORE EGGS.
Moth disappears out of the dream world.
Moth is fucking gone.
Tate Verstand: rip
Tam T. (GM): Darkrai appears out of the ground.
"..."
"???"
he sinks back into the ground and disappears.