Ale King - (Challenge Final) vs Mysterious Girl

Drinking Challenge Final

Mysterious Girl: Triad

Rules: Up to three may challenge Triad at a time. They will each roll 8xd100 and use the same template as normal. The results must not be posted up until DM responds to the thread at the end. If any of the three defeat Triad, all three get the win point! If the three lose, another group of up to three may attempt this challenge and rematches are allowed after 24 hours. Defeating her may be impossible... do you see a shard of hope?
@Cain Darlite @Lady Briar @Zelrius

The hooded female did not sit when her opposition did. These players were using the game to just drink away woes? Or to get away with such things without consequences? Triad was here to do two things. One, was to get totally fucking shit faced. The other was to demoralize these outsiders. Sure this world may exist for them but hell no was she going to be inviting! Her only purpose anymore was to tear this whole digital trap apart from the seams anyway.

"When you all pass out banging your heads against this fucking wall. Remember that's how it feels for a lot of people. Let's see if any of you can break your limits..."

She reached out a black gloved hand to each mug and drank them without much care. She wished she could get damn drunk. So that she could experience what it was like to lose her head for a while. So she would drink until the place was cleared out entirely or she finally found out what being intoxicated felt like.

It must be damn awesome to be real.


Wellness: - 45
Drunkenness: N/A

Thrown dice:

88

23

9

86

3

26

45

45

325 (Divided by 2)
Win: 0 / Lose: 0

!!SPECIAL DRINKING ABILITY ACTIVATE!!
[?????]

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The lady in the cloak had a familiar feeling to Lady Briar- if nothing else, just because there was a darkness looming, and quite frankly, everything was pretty blurry from how drunk she'd managed to get. She was so drunk she could almost taste it- yet, shockingly, the liquor had lost its flavor. Now, she was just drinking to keep her (rather heavy) buzz.

"Why youz talin' lie we gonna die lady?" She purred the words out with slurred stupidity, happily moving to prepare for her first gulp. "I got no limits. Limits don' matter till we die anyway. Just enjoy da ride will ya?"

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 195

Thrown dice:

19

7

38

18

53

29

5

24

388
Win: 10 / Lose: 8
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Another challenger another time, Zelrius stumbled from one table to the next and somehow ended up at another one of those challenges. See, he didn't know how he kept ending up at these, especially since, the one not too long ago with Priscilla had already taken place as his vision dimmed and this weird bug keep making this really strange whistling noise in his ear.

Still, here he was, head down at the table, groaning to himself quietly as the little elf with a hammer who lived in his head continued to work away at the inside of his skull, probably completing some Michelangelo level sculpting project. He'd drown the little fucker, as the golden haired man decided, picking up the mugs of ale and drinking them down.

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 230

Thrown dice:

9

90

4

31

95

5

70

97

Win: 11 / Lose: 8
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Oh, did the Dark Harvest bring out the edgelord in everyone, or did Cain just have some hidden passive that attracted them all to him? First it was Eldhi, who went from fluffy justice wannabe to PURE EVIL. Then it was that pink fluffball he met in passing before, who was now MAGI HEART, destroyer of worlds. And there was Briar, Vivian, and countless others, culminating into this foul-mouthed edgelord who showed up late to the party and decided to bully others by winning against them in Ale King while they were already absolutely shit-faced. It said something, really, when Cain, who had already thrown up once and had crawled around a maize maze idiotically for a good hour or so, was the least drunk of this array of maniacs.


“Guehuehuehue, I exist to break my limits! If I can do it in the real world, hell yea I can do it in this watered down hell!” With that declaration, Cain took his eight mugs. Systematically, he chugged down the ale that was now beginning to taste like vomited backwash, and brutally, he slammed each of them down, cracking them slightly. No matter. They were empty anyways.

Delusions and warped memories began to mix with the virtual reality before him, but Cain shook those phantoms away. It was obvious he had lost this round, but…


“C’mon, girly boi, not fucking done yet. You may have gotten the first round off with a scrap or two, but who the fuck cares! I’m good for forty more! Bring it the HELL on!”

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 40

Thrown dice:

39

67

63

82

61

70

28

7

417+30=437
Win: 4 / Lose: 3​