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Tornadic has a minion!

Vortex the Twerster




Tornadic
Legacy Name: Tornadic


The Storm Kumos
Owner: Lore

Age: 9 years, 11 months, 2 weeks

Born: April 28th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 28th, 2014


Pet Spotlight Winner
July 30th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 20
     
  • Strength: 47
     
  • Defense: 46
     
  • Speed: 45
     
  • Health: 45
     
  • HP: 0/45
     
  • Intelligence: 120
     
  • Books Read: 120
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Recyclables Washer


My sister and mother both shrilled as a bolt of lightning struck particularly close to our house, rattling the windows, doors, and foundation with its loud boom.

"Sweet lord, that scared me half to death!" my mother chimed in as the noise faded to a slow rumble. The power was starting to flicker on again.

"Now now, Margaret, it's just a little ol' thunderstorm." my dad responded, fidgeting with the radio. "Ain't nothin bad gonna happen, jus' the start of storm season, that's all."

"Daddy, is there gonna be a tornado?" my sister asked in a small voice, still trembling from the earlier fright.

"Now don't you worry your pretty little head any, sugar. If there's gonna be a tornado, then we can all pack up in' head down to the basement."

"What about the animals?" I asked quietly, my head down.

"Well..." my dad started, shifting his gaze to my sister and my mom. "I'm sure they'll all do fine. They're animals, ain't they? They have good survival skills in' what not."

My face remained stone like as I looked out the window to our pasture, lightning flashing in the distance. Our farmland was barely visible though the sheets of pouring rain by now, and small pieces of hail had started to bounce off of the the window, making a more heavy tapping sound than the rain. The radio was barely audible over the dull roar of the storm outside, but I could tell that my father had just about gotten the radio signal to come in.

"...ure to take...nary measures as the storm...velops further..."

"Almost got it!" my dad yelled over the noise.

"...ke shelter immediately......spotted in the following counties..."

No one noticed that I had snuck out the back door to try and find our farm dog, Blue, as the warning sirens played a small part amongst the symphony of noises outside.

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Coding / Design: scotlette

Pet Treasure


Tempestuous Tome Ribbon

Bottled Wind

Lightning-Filled Blown Glass Globe

Little Black Raincloud

Icechunk Snowball

Bottled Spring Thunderstorm

Waterlogged Daisy

Crushed Soda Can

Torn Blood Stained Piece of Buttoned Fabric

Bootlegger Questionable Glass Shards

Ancient Rubble

Dying Sunflower

Angled Wall Slats

Lililace DeKonstrukted Skirt Scraps

Shattered Mirror Shards

Upturned Tree Beanbag

Scab Zombear Plushie

Unfinished Walnut Window Frame

Festival Litter

Crumbled Piece of Brick

Battered Metal Disk

Torn Up Sketch Book

Green Broken Bottle

Rusted Milk Can

Bent Rebar

Ragged Ribbon

Little Reds Dropped Branch

Dirty Perfume Bottle

Broken Trap Door Lever

Raw Chicken

Brown Broken Bottle

Plain Wooden Stud

Brown Frayed Laces

Broken Lever

Broken Jug

Tarnished Fork

Battered and Broken Wheel

Broken Glass

Muddy Laces

Swamp Mud

Souva

Used Bottle Cap

Tarnished Knife

Sooty Brick

Bent Metal Grate Wreckage

Winsome Rogue Broken Bridle

Pointy Twig

Piece of Rusty Metal

Busted Mirror Wreckage

Loose Button Wreckage

Bent Antenna Wreckage

Beast Destroyed Portrait

Raw Pork

Broken Wagon Wheel

Old Piece of Fence

Romero Post Mortem Muddy Boot Print

Tattered Old Book

Broken Ornamented Mirror

Raw Beef

Front-Mounted Spare Tire

Bent Copper Pipe Wreckage

Tarnished Spoon

Loose Wires

Haunted Tree Prop

Grassland Warrior Bleak Bog Mud

Battered Camera

Subject Cryotube Glass Shards

Paper Scraps

The Beam

Waterlogged Teddy Plushie

Willow Twig

Lost Tire

Nailed Board

Headless Unlucky Bunny Plushie

Broken Glasses

Ruined First Edition

Busted Light Wreckage

Dead Person

Rotting Planks of Old Wood

Wretched Broken Furniture

Pet Friends