Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26915308-20190320164141/@comment-26892768-20190322005642

As Crowbar searches his body for his backup hat, he hears a distant, distinctly male scream, and then nothing. He stops and looks over to where the scream came from. He knows that voice - he knows it like the back of his hand.

Well, that solves his hat issue.

Meanwhile...

The man who was screaming lets out a muffled groan, his head deep in sand and his yellow construction hat askew. Trailing far behind him is a large trench formed by his impact, a very spread out splatter of coffee on the ground, and one maroon hat.

This man would, of course, be Itchy. See, while he was running around, he ended up seeing the portal a bit too late, and when he tried to stop, he just ended up tripping and going into the ground at high speeds. It's about as pleasant as it sounds.

The portal he's come from is still open, however. Looking curiously through it is yet another green man, this one wearing a small purple bowler hat and being a good deal shorter than the other two. He's managing to avoid getting sucked in thanks to some floorboards that were broken and pulled loose from Itchy's attempt to stop himself from going through the portal acting as a barrier. Those who know this man would not be surprised at all by this.

You see, this man is very lucky. Guns, knives, and various other weapons tend to fail against him, as he can dodge at just the right time, or the gun could jam, or the opponent's hand could cramp, or something like that. He can only really be effected negatively by more gray areas in terms of luck, like, say, getting hit with a newspaper.

So, naturally, he's managing to avoid getting sucked in by the portal because of his luck.

His luck, however, does not prevent him from going through it of his own will, as he is doing right now.

...for some reason.