Torcuil has spent the last spent the last hour at a fever pitch of activity, grabbing books, discarding them, shuffling papers, analyzing diagrams,... he knows he's on the verge of something, and something big. Tracy continues to try and vie for Trump's attention with a variety of methods. Let's not forget that Trump is a 6'2" human, and Tracy is,... what, 3'6" standing upright? Thez has fallen asleep in her zombie-bath, and dusk approaches.
Oh yeah, this is the Tabletop Gaming continuation thread from
https://mlpol.net/vx/res/20.html if ya didn't know. Pull up a chair! New players are always welcome.
The game is currently in 'Cinematic' mode, where there are no direct threats or concerns other than players cause. Meaning, players are welcome to explore, bant, and even beat the piss out of one another without incurring any consequences leading up to the next segment of actual play.
As for the current players, when do you want to START playing full on? I'm open for anything, and I'm not staring down the barrel of a hurricane.
>>1309He's in the bottom right of the OP image. Seriously, last I checked on him he was gonna go talk to John Elway. IDK thats what he's actually doing, but it makes sense at this point.
>>1310We were rolling on the ground in our last scene.
If he doesn't show soon, I'm gonna roll for XXX-rated developments.
>>1311That's right, you rolled a 1. Did you intercept him going inside, or did you follow him inside and then accost?
Present and definitely not in XXX scenes with Tracy Cage
I went for it as soon as I noticed there weren't any enemies, which would've been afterwards.
>>1314Why aren't you wearing your flag, Honey?
[1d20 = 7]
K, so here's where game mechanics come into play. Trump is going to be inherently stronger than Tracy, but Tracy is inherently faster/more-agile than Trump. So, while Trump is successful at warding her off and keeping her from removing his armor, he is not able to prevent her from putting her hooves all over him.
Unless its a 1.
>>1316What parts of my body are safe behind armor?
>>1317Pic related is an abstract, but I see Trump having Field Plate. Field Plate is only 1 ac off Full Plate, but its much shinier (its Parade Armor). Its still fully functional, but all the embellishments (engraving, gems, hilights, etc.) make it slightly less effective. Good news is, aside from your face you're covered.
>>1319Now that's pretty sweet armor. I'm guessing if I'm 6'2 that means I'm high enough off the ground to avoid little ponies getting near my face?
>>1320Yes. Proportionately, its like wrestling with an 8-year old (sorry Tracy, but ponies r small).
Fyi, Trump is 6'2" IRL, and I'm gonna use as many RL stats as I can
>>1316>>1321*Retreats into corner to sharpen knives, after failing at attempt to steal some affection*...
>>1323>rolled a 1Better luck next time. There will be plenty of 'next times'. I promise. ^_^
>>1323>The knife sharpening equipment is behind the double-doors on the 2f
>>1325"Give me a few minutes to work"
"Actually.. Hey Thez! Would you mind if I took one of those skulls?"
>>1322>Trumpaladin smiles secure in the knowledge that his superior height and good looks make him truly unstumpable
>>1326>burble burble,... burbleHuh?
>wakes up, looks at bathAww, now its all gross. Bleugh.
>gets out of zombie-bath and dumps the boat onto the ground, cursing herself all the while for letting it get tepid.Whew, I'd better clean up.
<shouting> Which ones, the zombie skulls? Have at 'em. There's also a handful in the mess hall, a hall-of-shame of sorts.>You notice 6 skulls atop the inside of the doorway to the workshop, labelled Barry, Kenny, Brian, Bell, Cecil, and Padilla. They're all really old and dessicated.
>HERES JOHNNY
So what has my decoding revieled?
>Pulls a small bottle from her clothes, holds it above her head, says the word "Ha" and is deluged with a gout of water. Moments later she's (essentially) icky-free and slowly walking into the building.
>>1329Torcuil is just in the process of laying these crazy scrolls into a sequence. The layout of the Dais is such that it requires certain types of energy at certain intervals and regular geometric frequency. You're pretty much ready to go for a test-run, though you're still not entirely sure what this will do. The scrolls, books, and information you've gathered are more of a 'what do' rather than a 'wut happenz'.
>>1327>tfw >rape hoers failed to >rape..."W-Well, I can see you're alright here, Flashy.. I'll just be in the arms room..."
*grabs one of the non-responsive Thez's broken skulls and leaves for knife sharpening room in a huff; though keeping an eye on the suspicious Thez as she walks out*
>>1331Okay
Do we got any music for this thread?
>>1333Sure, gimme 2 shakes
>>1333Trips demand Shadily for moments of memetic spell-casting.
>>1335Agreed. I'm still learning how to interpret Kek's will, but I have made note. I gotta run for the next 15, but I'll be back w/ the quickness.
>>1337>1337 getsOh, its on now
>>1340THE MEME MAGIC IS WORKING
>Still haven't left for a moment... about to though... still reeling about the Meme magic up in this bitch... leaving now.... Back in a few
>>1342Fear the Meme Wizard, he will strike down who he pleases
>>1342Meme magic is Chaos magic. It's affect is both inconsistent and unpredictable. I imagine applied memetics would work by "coaxing" naturally-occurring chaotic forces to up the intensity of and/or trigger plausible happenings, using situational phrases, and symbols appearing in the surrounding area.
>>1344Does this mean we could coax meme magicks into, per-say, a die and use the rolls to summon it?
Keeping it unpredictable, but not unstable.
>>1345Kek triggered the first Happening, Dawn, simply by getting dubs.
The ancient Zebra Kangz of the past understood that numbers have power.
>>1344>is also a fantastic getIt is true that chaos IS inconsistent and unpredictable BUT that does not mean that chaos does not have its norms and consistencies!
>>1345If you mean what I think you mean, then yes but no. The viability of the results one received would be entirely open to interpretation and potentially be a null roll. Its best that I not go there at the moment though, and focus on some gaminz.
Trump, where were you when Tracy accosted you?
Wait. We doing this *now*?
>>1347Um... When the last session ended last Sunday, I was in the field of zombies off to the far right (from the perspective of looking away from the building) even though I was depicted as still begin the wall. But things have happened in the cinematic and a new character came in, and I don't know what has happened since
I didn't say we're playing, I'm just getting cozy
>>1351Yes, I did not advance the fight past that point either graphically or by explanation because I felt the fight was coming to a head. I didn't know it would be a result of Torcuil's success, but I knew that it was getting to be a moot point. Zombies are kind of a 'testing the waters' sorta foe and make for good testing of new/inspired game mechanics. ^_^
I AM going to spiel some cooked-up cinematics that everyone is welcome to participate in/of but like I said, this is (virtually) non-consequential
>>1354This could get good
>>1349Not exactly... It's in "cinematic mode"
Sun sets on the player's (and character's, but that involves some convoluted philosophical discourse that we haven't gotten,... anyway) first night in... this place. A million ambient bugs weeee and rrerrrerrrrerrrrerrr and all manner of anomatopia their insect calls throughout the night. The moob (it was supposed to be moon but I'm going with it) casts a pale shadow over the overgrown clearing, and the crystalline structure the players find themselves in. Torcuil is almost mad with idea after idea. If his analysis is correct (it is) then has revolutionary effects on the basic usage of magic. At the same time, in the (((wrong))) hands,...
>he continues to pace and contemplate
I haven't gotten a bead on Trump's exact position, so I'm gonna go with,....
When Trump, first disgusted by Urri/Thez/WTFE's display decided to wander back inside and have a breather, he didn't anticipate that he would spend the next hour fending off this... what the hell... is it even?!... I mean its too small... but clearly intelligent....
Trump is beside himself. If only he could make it to that glorious fellow in the booth. Why a booth even?
>>1359Is there any room I can go to that doesn't have monsters in it? Also can I speak to Elway again
>>1360Elway is football. U're on the 1st floor, at the base of the staircase ish
... currently fending off a pony.
IDEK
>>1361Not to be a bitch about it but.....
How da decoding going for me, is it even part way through?
>>1362>>1361Um... Can I walk towards Football? I think I should be tall enough to walk around a pony
>>1362I'm sharpening my knives right now, but I've got him on my radar.
>>1363Its about to fire off
>>1364Proceeding uninhibited toward the glory, that righteousnessness that is Football
>>1365>Just you wait Flashy-kun
So Trocuil places the last of his six diagrams on/about the circumference of the dais. Its a good thing he used six instead of three (as the diagrams indicated) because otherwise this never would have worked (he rolled a f'ing 95 after a 20). So in spite of all that is going on, a huge thunderous orb-spark-fire of thunder and rage appears at the center of the dais. It arcs to various designated points along the diagrammed area, and small shoots of sparks and "electricity" (anti-magic, but your characters have never seen anything like it so its unfamiliar). These sparks and shoots run along the overwhelming bulk of the exposed glassy surface, which begins to internally glow as a result.
>>1366>bout to fire offGRAB THE WATER NIGGA
FIRE ON THESE MOTHA FUCKING BOOTLEG DIASES
The entire building, at accentuated points, begins to glow, hum, and then come to a resting silence.
>>1368You didn't entirely expect to happen what just happened, but since you made it happen you have first response
>>1369*Knife-sharpening stops*
>>1366Okay, So I guess eventually I arrive at football, the center of all holiness?
>>1372After what seemed like an eternity, you again glory at his eternal majestic magnificence, that multitudinous manifestation of manly magnanimity.
Before you is John Elway. You have arrived at his boof.
>>1370I roll the fuck out of the way, using my cloak to sheild me untill it stops
On a side note, while doing this my staff rolls away, across the room
>>1374Unnecessary, the diagrams were explicit. The radius of the energy form would not extend outside the dais, the diagrams were clear on this
>>1374(sorry, nitty-gritty detail)
I'd assume your character knows that this won't maim them.
>>1375Oh, I try tossing a stone on the dias to see what happens
>>1373What Wisdom does footballdom impart?
As Trump comes finally in the presence of He who is Football, but not himself fully Football doth Trump; and as Torcuil tests the capacity of this new magic form he has been led unto (which is tied to Football Xp), and as Tracy who;: whether she is seeing Trump as a true and legitimate personage (which in game-terms is absurd) or whether she is interpreting him along a particular ideological frame-work (which, well its Tracy), I'm kinda playing it touch and go
>>1377>almost 1337 and w/ dubsGOD DAMMIT.
Okay, gimme a sec to mind-form this shit.
>>1378It is hard to say. The question is, into how many contexts can you apply Football? It can't be lame either, it must be "Laying Footballs upon thee" or "Unto the grant ye I the protection of DEFENSE."
>>1380>this many gets in one nightAm I actually a meme magician?
>>1381-the b4 grant
>am drunkpostingwhat?
>>1385
It truely will be wild
>>1384Sorry, the metaphysics abound. I thought it was already established that you are a/the meme magician.
>>1387No i get that, I meant the -the b4 grant
>am drunkposting shit
>The entire building shudders once, then a second time, and then rests.
>An annoying alarm sounds three times over some sort of PA system
Torcuil, from his position, can see that the dais has been engulfed in a sphere which the platform allows him to stand in. He can see a weird flashing red light on the inside of the sphere, but through the sphere,... again this is all weird.
>>1390>sheeeiiiitI try tossing another rokk through the sphere as I look for my staff
I'm going to get all the sleep I can before this hurricane makes my life miserable.
Have fun, but try not to leave me out too much...
>>1392Alright, stay safe
We look forward to RPing with you another day
>>1392I'm sorry things are where they are. I hope they will be better. I wish I had a better means to inspire optimism then hackneyed gaming variants. Take care of yourself, and create the best outcome you can with the resources you have.
>>1377Okay. So:
> Tossing a stone on the dais has no effect, it passes harmlessly and ceaselessly though. What you have activated is a static null-magic field, which appears to cause the facility to function to a degree you're not yet sure of.Until I hear otherwise, the game is off. I'm watching Irma streams and filling out game details helps me to not be anxious.
>The inside of the sphere is a console data-input/display environment, which controls aspects of the facility. The blinking red light is part of the error-response system. The entire facility becomes bathed in non-obtrusive light, and suddenly the air feels lighter as though a pressure has been removed or interference has been lifted.
>>1405Shit's probably coming at me, but I'm lurking.
Will post whenever I get the change, until the power goes out.
>>1406>As the 'power' comes on, a grinding machine in the corner comes to life, if Tracy wants to 'cut' her sharpening time by orders.
>>1407*Has no idea what this machine is supposed to do, but instinctively sticks knife in it anyway*
>>1408>keen edgedIts a good thing.
>>1409I know my way around edges.
*Proceeds to sharpen knives*
Lets talk game mechanics for a moment. The natural 20 rule is not rigid in the case of attack rolls. A keen-edged weapon is one such example. A keen edge allows a weapon to deal critical damage (normally a natural 20) on a 19-20 roll. There are many other buffs/attributes that can further increase this threshold
>>1411So, would sharpening my knives increase my attack damage?
I think Tracy could encompass a slight berserker buffs as well: situational boosts could fit her, depending on her temperament.
Also a note on input/interaction. At times like now, I will make sure that everything a player inputs elicits a story-developmental or environment-illustrating response. Please, help me to illustrate the environment.
>>1412>sharpening = dmgessentially yes, though not always.
I haven't read much on Tracy's personality. I caught a reference of her being MLPs Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
>fanand I am going from that.
>>1414>>1414 (You)
Nice dub 14s. You notice that pretty much every craft-related device you could think of is in this room. Its basically a haxx repository. You almost wish there was some sort of automated attendant to explain everything.
>by checking 14's, I'm attributing it to Tracy, not me
>>1415
So my dais activated the power?
I guess I look for more information in the books I used to activate it
>>1417>Thez is tackling you"OMFG THANK you!"
>kafwummp and you separate/roll-away
[1d20 = 15]>>1419>6 is still a successNow that the field is up, I can tell you what's REALLY going on. The game is fucked sideways. A handful of competing interests decided that the game was 'better' (for (((them)))) if the chaotic element was eliminated. Its long and complicated, but basically there was an agreement among a significant minority to sway the Game in a manner that both stagnated and eliminated any possibility of change or upset (to established order). The Game is in stasis.
>>1420>there was an agreement among a significant minorityWait, wat? Who agreed to what, and when?
>she continuesMany players remain, but they seclude themselves within their townships and creations. Some have created holy/iconic architecture, others safe havens and rallying points. Others have literally devoted themselves to despair, malevolence, and cruelty.
>>1421I'm talking lore, not current
>>1418>groaning as I get upWhat the fuck mate? what was that about?
>continuing
The Game operated on basic principles; that the audience had a moderately deterministic authority with the regard to players, and that the player had only slightly MORE deterministic authority. The player, as in the individual behind the character, has been removed from the deterministic equation.
This world is a microcosmic battle-ground where individual players - through their characters - wage metaphysical order unto the otherwise pre-determined chaos that is life. In assuming control of one level of experience, the individual metaphysically engenders assumption of control on corresponding levels.
>>1416Proceeds to help self to to garments (that'll fit), and modifying makeshift knife-cozy*
*Checks out knives*
I don't imagine Tracy to be very much of a crafter (hooves), but she can at least maintain/upgrade her shit.
Will continue with details.
[1d10+3 = 9]>>1426>being a newb in craftsTracy finds numerous scraps, lengths, and strips of a variety of thicknesses of leather, but lacks the ability to operate the jewelers equipment to make buckles and retainers. Beginning to curse this silly place, she spies a big roll of a thick shiny material with adhesive on the inside of the strip. There is a sign that reads "Gorilla tape, please conserve".
>Tracy successfully fashions a harness
... capable of holding 9 knives
>>1426I know you're away,... but don't go, k?
[1d20 = 9]>>1428>>1427>>1428
>9 knives
Why do I keep nerfing myself? I could've just said nothing...I'm still keeping my knife collection/box.
Roll to restock it with some fancier equipment than just those kitchen knives, that I have so many of.
>>1429I'm still alive, motherfucker!
[1d20 = 4]>>1431>9Can I scavenge anything special from that?
>>1432U BETTER BE O;_;O
>>1433Not yet unfortunately, all the equipment here is geared toward modifying/refining/developing a given substance. Since your knives are finished (and keen) there's nothing left to do with them.
>Srsly tho, r u ok? o_o'
Shit hasn't even started yet. My biggest concern is losing power. It's my first hurricane, but I don't give a fuck.
*sharpening intensifies*
>>1435>AND LO, THAT BITCH DID CALMSo yeah, you find a few more knives in the sink (there's a dishwasher even!) incuding a phatty axe of a cleaver (the one with the hole in it), all keen.
>>1423How is your situation? I hope you're alright.
>keen
Just the way I like them.
>>1438If you've ever seen a professional cutler's satchel (improvised term); essentially a quiver except containing a variety of kitchenware (Dexter comes to mind) then you have a fair idea of what Tracy has at her disposal now.
>>1437Don't worry about him. He probably just went to bed, like a normie, because he knew he'd have to do shit in the morning. I just have chronic insomnia, so I'm staying up anyway.Having secured my equipment, I grab my makeshift bag, and furtively head over to where I sense my betrothed moving (towards football).
>>1442Aw fug. Guess I'd better get out of bed.
>>1443SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK
>>1444>murderous tripsWe left off with a spherical nonphysical interface that you have a good idea how works.
The error message indicates that this facility is in actuality, only about 30% of a much larger facility which at the moment lies buried.
Trips confirm.
*continues closer towards football, following the trail of Flashy's footsteps*
>>1445>30%Huh
I stick my arm in the bubble
[1d20 = 14]>>1447>not rolling
>>1447Pic is error schematic.
Blue area is active, orange area is standby, red area is kill.
>>1449Good job, you've confused me
What the hell is an "error schematic"?
[1d20 = 19]>>1446>taking advantage of the available furniture to obscure her approach>>1447Thez jabs you in the back, prodding you further into the sphere.
Once inside, its almost like being underwater, partially because everything is bathed in a pale blue illuminescence. Sound is dampened also like being under water, but with greater clarity as though the sound is a latent afterthought.
The display shows a fault in the advance systems (the lower compartment), otherwise all systems operational.
[1d20 = 20]>>1451I inquire if this is a spaceship or just a strange bunker
[1d20 = 12]>>1452>YES>....
>>1453>>1454>yesReal helpful there Thez
>>1455Thez is outside the sphere, waiting.
>ATM green is computer display, pic related
Is it weird if I (not Tracy) already kind of want to fug Thez? Idk what she even looks like..
>>1455T=Torcuil
>/w 'em dubs
>>1457I'm almost done rendering her, but she hasn't shown but her face yet. Soon.
>>1457Eh, kinda but not really
Anyway
I ask Thez whats wrong with the advance systems, and if we can help
>>1457>>1460>~_~#Since the facility is up and running, all illusory magic is nullified. Thus, what appear to be Thez's outer rags can be seen as devilish wing wrapping around her body. Since she knows the camera is on her, she flaps open her wings for a moment w/ the latest (still missing layers of opulence, but all the frosty is gilt).
>>1462>that much skinB E G O N E T H O T
jk
>>1463Oh great, does this mean investigation time?
>>1464Well, the ppl who got the building running last time aren't here and I never got the explanation anyway. I DO know that there's a downstairs that is currently full of dirt.
>>1464And yeh, btw she's a nudist. For all intents she keeps her wings wrapped around her, and her tail wrapped like a belt, but yeah
>>1466>nudistOh, wasnt expextin that
>>1465Does anyone know how to make a fucking shovel around here?
We're going to neeed lots
>>1467Yeah, I don't think we're gonna get there on our manpower for the time being.
But since I know no one is eavesdropping, let me tell you some more about this place.
Originally, the walled area you've seen was once a citadel city. The city sits atop a high mountain, from which the reigning party of the time unleashed their will upon the Game. It looks like everything went to shit along the way, but it looks like the old Shard isn't broken yet!
You see, the game is interwoven with interests and awarenesses far above/beyond the physical. 3d is only a step on the latter, but the Game is open to many other levels. You'll find players from EVERY possible scenario! The audience its SELF gets a say in what happens to players and characters!
>>1469>the gameFuck I lost
>>1470>FINALLYYes, but lets keep playing
The Game jokes aside, I am sincere about continuing. This Game is geared toward microscopically establishing one's will in a given framework, wrought with as many twists and turns as I can throw.
In establishing one's will in the microcosm, one resolves themselves to establishing and developing themselves in the macrocosm.
Tl:dr, by owning in the Game you will own in the real.
>>1466>>1462Well, that's better than her original depiction as anime. Still, I do not trust this Thez. She looks like some ancient evil once sealed away and now unleashed.
Um... So my character previously has moved before Football, has dropped his sword and is kneeling before it. Do I get imparted with wisdom? An info dump? More powers?
[1d20 = 10]
Rolling in case there is anything that should be rolled for
>>1473Football is you, and you are Football. When you reach out your hand, you are reaching out a network of Footballs. All Footballs exist, operate, and store of/by will of John Elway, and John Elway has smiled on you.
What would you have explained?
>>1475Woah. What does Football Will I do?
>>1474When you find one in need of Football, give it unto him but only Football. For giving Footballs unto one who is not a Denver Bronco could lead them to ruin. Thus you may heal the sick with Football, but only the players should you heal great injury, but unto them you may.
Further may you bestow OFFENSE or DEFENSE, depending upon what need arises.
Still more may you BLOCK for any present character, without incurring attacks of opportunity from foes.
Lastly, you may in times of dire need and not to be abused, give Football unto a fallen character, for Foorball is Life, and bitches are gonna die.
When desired, you have the option to BLITZ the opponent, and in extreme circumstances can call upon shenanigens.
>>1477>>1478Amen. Praise be to Football.
Having been blessed with the gift and presence pf Football, and of the ability to use Football in the service of others, Trump leaves, spirit uplifted, back into the Workship area. (I'm pretty sure that means my character will encounter Tracy)
>>1479Nope, wandering in almost a stupor, you find yourself ascending the central staircase where you find Thez standing and Torxuild transfixed, interacting with a sphere he stands at the middle of.
[1d20 = 18]
Unless 1, Thez punches Trump in the gut.
"Isn't it great when everything comes together?">
>>1481Um... Trumpaladin is surprised to encounter Thez and Torucil together, and still elated (almost intoxicated) from his encounter with football
>>1482Trumpaladin is even more surprised to be punched in the gut, and isn't quite in a state of mind to fight right now
[1d20 = 20]>>1483>it was just to knock the wind out and make sure you didn't do something silly, non-lethal damage and all.>Torcuil comes to realize by way of diagnostics that the current group lacks 1 spellcaster in order to make the facility fully functional.
>>1484>Trump makes a mental note of his first interaction with ThezSo does Trump get a quick rundown?
[1d100 = 44]>>1486>gets a quick rundown
Deus Vult. Kek Vult. Celestia Vult, Discord Vult. I Vult, (You) Vult. Ihr vult bist.
Waifu thief did nothing wrong!
https://youtu.be/5rYFkS1Tacw>And so it came to be that the party did avoid further injuring themselves for the moment, and did hasten in their pursuit of Footballs, unto a world that did not yet know Footballs. Torcuil struggles to understand an otherwise unknown form of Magic, its implications and magnitue, Trump steels himself to bear the weight of Football with shining resplendence, and Tracy is just awesome.I can continue, but now is a good stopping point.
And now for something completely autistic.
Thez stands at 4'2" in height. She's too short and stocky to be an elf, and she's way to thin to be a dwarf. Her ears are pointy, but that doesn't really help much, and there are the (now) obvious wings and tail. Also her hands and toes end in claws.
That aside, she's also wearing (in a manner of speaking) a ridiculous amount of wealth in the form of gems (imagine every white speck was a small cut/polished stone) gilt, chains, rings, etc. In a literal sense she is naked, but the array of ducats covering her body gives her a 'wearing lingerie at least' appearance, accented by a black-and-gold streaked scale covering her nethers. She wears two garters, one gold and one platinum; the former has a small knife in a sheath with one of the largest rubies you've ever seen as well as a dizzying array of stones (the img isn't finished, imagine the whole thing was a mosaic of stones) while the latter is so intricately designed that it appears to be frosted lace rather than metal and stones. Placed along its length is a sequence of large stones. Around her waist is a time-weathered belt of seemingly martial arts origin, with intricate symbols along its length. Around her abdomen is something of a weight-lifter's belt, with silvery clouds rimming the top and bottom. Weaving its way through her hair is dragon sculpture with ruby eyes and tail, that blinks every so often (it's just an effect, its not an actual creature). Tl:dr she's wearing a dragon's hoarde worth of wealth.
Her arms are a bit distinct. At the base of her shoulders are a pair of something like arm bands. They're hinged and sculpted in the manner of a demonic face, and what's more, they appear to be biting into her skin, drawing blood that is visible. Past those golden bands her arms are glossy and black, though they have the same detail and appearance as the rest of her (except black).
Her whole body is accented with thick scales of a maroon color, the rest of her being a deep purple in hue.
Her boots are of black suede, evidently having been damaged and repaired more than once. In fact, they are the only aspect of her that isn't ridiculously over-the-top (they are magical though Xp).
Oh yes, and she's carrying that broom I mentioned. Black wood, with thin plasticky reeds, and a single black ring about 2' down the handle.
Oh, and she has a pair of severed horns (think Hellboy) peeking above her ears.
>>1462I stand by my pre-made decision: Would fug.
>>1492*Glares suspiciously and angrily from hiding spot*
>>1493>>1494>just glad you're ok
>>1495Wind hasn't even started yet. I just passed-out from doing heavy lifting for my parents all day.
Also, help set me up with Waifu Thief.
>>1496That would be showing unfair partiality for one player over another, and I'm afraid I cannot agree to that.
>>1488Let me unbox this for a moment.
>Deus Vult God's will.
>Kek VultGod's will but more determinate in the observance of God.
>Celestia Vult, Discord VultThis is a big one, because it is in observance of many principles (as in 'a principle', not 'rules' or w/e). In MLP, Celestia's polar opposite is Luna with all the sun/moon iconography. At the same time, as the principle of order, Celestia is equally opposed by Discord. Now Discord gets seduced by Flutters for obvious reasons (Fluttershy is all about nature, and nature is all about chaos, so its an easy easy feat lul) but still represents in principle an oppositional element to Celestia.
So basically, the statement is "By will of order, is will of chaos"
>I Vult, (You) VultBastardized, but easy; I possess a will that is determinate, in this spiralling, chaotically-ordered experience, equal and identical to yours, if it be manifest and asserted (again, one of the purposes of this thread/experiment).
>Ihr vult bistMore bastardization, but a manifold statement (in the sense that our will begins from an individuated standpoint and arrives at a cohesive statement created by all the participants).
>Waifu Thief did nothing wrongIts not like we're talking vows or anything,....
>>1493Careful myah, she's an Egregore
>>1492Those neck/shoulder bands have me curious. Are they a restraint of some kind placed on her long ago? Does the blood give power to magic? Or does she really just like jewelry that much that she'll wear something that cuts into her neck? All will be revealed in time I guess
>>1504(not neck, arms)
Well, from Trump's position there is little about her that ISN'T curious.
>jewelryYes and yes, its both valuable and aesthetic.
Since you're all starin' at me, lets just say I've been playing the Game for a LOOOOOONG time. ^_^
>>1506*Staring intensifies*
>>1507>The mask (now hanging from her belt 'cuz illusions are dispelled within the building) is also lined with gilt and gems which I'm not gonna bother illustrating. Its just absurd.>she blushes intensely (almost a chocolate-cherry hue) as she feels increasing examination.Here anon, you look like your throat is getting dry. Have some water.
>offers cup of water
>>1508>Having already emerged from hiding spot*Suspiciously inspects cup, but accepts it graciously*
*As I inch closer to Flashy, still staring, I inquire*
"... If I took that mask, would you die?"
As you would will, the mask is a tool. It allows its user to mask their appearance and hide from (((scrutiny))).
>ponders for a moment
Die? Oh goodness no! Whatever would make you think that? (both innocent and sly)
"Since the building is up and running and we don't have to worry about eavesdroppers, let me show you around a bit!"
>whoof, she appears over by John Elway
In the event that someone falls in battle, John Elway can cure/heal any adversity with His Footballs.
>gestures toward the double-doors
Any combative need can be found in the workshop/mess hall, where you can practice and work toward killing shit while you nom!
>whooof, appears by the Library
The library comprises the most authoritative works on intelligence and magic that can be found, both in and out of this particular construct (meaning, anything a character would wish to learn 'can be found here'.).
>whooof, appears back on the dais
And this is kind-of the control panel, though its mostly used as the high ground during invasions. Oh, and if you see a 2'-tall fellow with golden hair wandering through, check the rooms for firetraps. The surfaces are kinda slick, so you can easily slide down from above but don't expect to climb back up, and if we ever get this thing out of the ground, the outside is enchanted so you can walk on it irrespective of gravity. Any questions?" <3 ^_^
>>1512*Is now completely pressed-up against Flashy*
>Slightly irritatedBut where's the exit?! And why'd we get picked for this "Game" thing anyway?
>>1514"The exit is at the base of the stairs, on the north side of the building, where we were murdering zombies earlier. Great initiative by the way, you didn't even bother to introduce yourself before handling business. As for why you were picked, I would say it probably has something to do with how you handle business. Imagine that everything we (as characters in this descriptive) do is witness to a variety of beings, entities, and consiousnessess well beyond our own. Now imagine that those entities w/e are eternally bored. When one such as these sees an individual of particular significance, intrigue, or flavor, they are often quite dismayed to see their termination. Someit somewhen along the line decided that there should be more for such awesomer characters, and ultimately this is the du juor edition.
Think of it as Final Fantasy Football, if you will.
>>1515Trumpaladin speaks out after hearing of his purpose here. "I was defender of a Nation. I served a higher purpose. Not an entertainer."
Trumpaladin wonders why something as great and holy as Football would be in the same mess as Thez and her game
>>1517>Trump not an entertainerwut?
>>1518I was under the impression that he was a Paladin OF Trump, rather than Trump himself.
>>1519Likewise, I was under the impression that a paladin of Trump would affect of the showmanship that Trump does, given that charisma and presentation are essential to paladins in general and Trump in particular>not knowing thisSad
>>1520 Either way, does the Game help fend off Mexican Rapists, ISIS, bad trade deals and decline of manufacturing? Do we make our country Great Agaib?
>>1521The Game gives one a microcosm in which to do all the things you mention (anti-mexirapi, ISIS, trade, manufacutring) to a degree that is aesthetic, appealing, and entertaining to its participants. Additionally it is far more summarized and streamlined than the 3D manifestation. Additionally, it presents a more personalized archetype based entirely on anon input (excepting die rolls) which encourages the anons to be increasingly creative (excellence is a habit and all that).
There's plenty of layers further on if you're curious
>>1515>puts on a slight air of haughtiness, in response to having her manners corrected"Pardon my crudeness, but that's just how I roll, bitch.
Anyway, as for who I am, you may refer to me as Mrs. Sentry, or Tracy if you will.
>>1517*grips leg*
As for my purpose... Well, my husband here has made quite a few enemies in recent years, in more ways than you could imagine.. On my last whack, I discovered that he's racked-up a bounty of more than six gorillion shekels on his head. I've been hoping to convince him to ditch his guardsmen duties and run off to a patch of land I bought-up in the West, but he insisted that he had some "unfinished business" at the border to take care of first. Last time he left for a special mission, I didn't see him again for more than two months, so I set out to follow him on this one: I had just lost his trail, when I saw a blinding light, and woke up to myself here."
>>1523>the introduction bit wasn't a correction, it was a sincere appreciationWell, if you're looking to kill your enemies, in the most brutal and whimsical terms that you and others can imagine, to whatever degree of exhaustive detail you wish to supply, then this is the place.
As for "unfinished business", that too is something the Game is good for. Whether literally or figuratively, one is led inexorably to resolution.
You're still holding that glass of water I gave you?
>>1524*Stops water at lips right as she was about to drink it*
"...Yes..?"
>>1523>Trump turns to argue with TracyAlright, first off all it is *you* with a bounty on your head, not I. Do you think they would keep me on the payroll at the same time there is a bounty on me (unless you count private bounties... I forget). Second, the Donkey cartel was a serious problem that needed to be taken care of, and I did. Thirdly, you are crazy and need to stay away from me.
*tries to pull leg and move away*
I'm still in service to the Guard, and I need to get back
>>1526>get back>still in servicePerhaps you were and most dutifully at that, but if you're HERE, its cuz ya done died. Whether you can go BACK is an iffy proposition. There have been characters who were able to "resume" their "normal" positions in life, but those are few and far between.
>irritated
And by the way, I'm supposed to make you ask John Elway about this! Xp
This is totally out of character!
>>1526*hugs leg tighter*
Where you go, I'll go. I'm not about to let some half-baked assassins hired by a bunch of butthurt bronies take out my Flashy, before we've even had our honeymoon.
>>1527*Trump sinks*
>>1529I was in an encounter with cartel remnants, damn it1
>>1530>Thez shrugs as she starts descending the main staircase.I'm not here to begrudge whatever you had going on or whatever you may have going on in the future. The basic situation is that this is a world in which to murder things, and engage in all manner of RP tomfoolery.
>Begins to step outside, from the base of the stairsI mean, if any of this made a lick of sense...
>is cut off as she's sent flying by a man-sized boulder thrown from somewhere in the southeast
*Gently rubs chest fluff against your side*
>>1531*rubbing stops*
*Unsheathes knife*
>>1531Trump looks on in a stupor, remembering Elway's words, and takes longer than you'd expect to react to the obvious attack
*takes opportunity to resume rubbing, eyes fixed on the direction of the attack though*
Still dismayed (it isn't every day you learn about your death), Trump picks up his sword and shield, and turns towards the direction from whence the object came
>>1537*Quits rubbing, and unsheaves two more knives*
"She was our only lead., think she's dead?"
red lines = trajectory of boulder (kek)
yellow lines = potential location of boulder thrower
[1d20 = 18]>>1537*brushes back against yours, looking in every direction behind you*
>>1539Roll for detection
>>1540You hear faint voices.
"Yo see what I'm sayin? Aint nobody been around here for a COUPLE a minnits, ya know what I'm sayin'? In fat, why don't we make this OUR stompin' graound?
>voice is approacing
>growing even closer
FROM NOW ON
says the unidentified voice from the south
>>1541*Trump turns to face the voices, sword in hand and pointed at his foes.*
>>1541*Ears twitch*
"There's something comming..! These thuggish voices... remind me of.. home..!"
*raises knives, prepared to engage hostiles*
WE decide what is and what isn't around here! No more second-hand scraps, no more waiting for the uppity workers to provide for us.
Here we will make OUR claim, and DAMN those who expect us to cater to their whims!
>Several voices cheer and join in.
>pic is orator on building (feet)
>>1545He's on top of the building?
[1d10 = 6]>>1546Alright, I know how to deal with these faggots
COME AT ME!
Picks up Tracy, and throws her on the roof. Roll for success
[1d10 = 2]
Trumpaladin yells at the menace. "this here is OUR land, and you have 10 minutes to vacate the premises"
>seriously seriously hopes Torcuil's player nis OK
>this is what he's seeing
>>1550As far as throwing Tracy you rolled a 6 so no. At best, you attempted to grab her but got kicked away, though she's blushing for some reason.
>>1554*Trump studies his position and sees he's not going to be able to attack creatures on the roof with his sword, nor will he be able to climb up there through any known vector. As he waits for a change in circumstance, he checks on Thez*
>>1555>oh them tripsThez is out of sight at the moment, she got whomped. The boulder she was struck with was approximately 4x her weight, moving at about 45 mph.
The dude on the building hears something.
"Aww crap, it looks like we might have to squash a few bugs before we can claim this place."
>>1555Checked.*Follows, glaring cautiously in the direction where the voices came from*
>>1558*running on all fours with knife in maw*
"Dik he shay 'skwuash'?"
[1d20 = 12]>>1558Weapons check: What do I have on me at the moment, besides the longsword and presumably the shield?
There's one standing on the building looking down, and several others further on (about 30-40 yards). You have not been detected.
>>1561Besides that (yes a shield) and your resplendent armor,... not a whole lot. Your character has grown accustomed to welcome, praise, and largesse. You haven't ever had to pack much.
>>1560>he did say skwuash
>>1563I go into the wooded area out of the field, hoping to sneak up upon one
[1d20 = 17]>>1565The top, the advancing, or the hanging?
>>1567The one on top of the building is inaccessible with Melee weapons, presumably Tracy is going towards the "advancing" one, so I guess the "hanging" one.
I'm confused. Which circles in the drawings are the enemy? Also what are these?
>>1568I'm sticking with you.
>>1568Each circle represents a threat and the larger red one,... well you cant see that yet
Pic related is the dude on the roof
>>1570*looks up*
"It just had to be giants..!"
white dude is a Trumparison (lel)
>cheers and support from lagging foes
Fug 'em!
[1d20 = 9]>>1570Well... This is bothersome.
Trumpaladin picks up his assualt pony (Tracy Cage) and tries to trow her, with both knives, onto the shoulders of the giant before him (I guess the circle between the building and the outer circles?) and then picks up his sword to slash the giant's ankles
>>1573Does it have armor, or does it not?
[1d20 = 7]>>1574*blushes at physical contact*
[1d20 = 12]>>1576Would agree to being thrown, if he could clearly throw me that distance, btw
[1d20 = 16]>>1576BY THE POWER OF FOOTBALL
>>1575The advance one no, but the lagging one you can see, yes.
By the way, if players are going to act against eachother, please green-text it or whatever so I know its not bants.
>>1578Indeed
[2d8 = 6]
Tracy, not fully knowing what she is getting herself into, nervously submits to Trumps magnificence. By that I mean, he allows her to throw her in the direction of the opponent,... you sick bastard.
Tracy gets an attack of opportunity which hits cuz you've already scored hits with previous dice.
[1d20 = 1]
Roll jam knives into front of helmet as I land on the titan's shoulders
*straddle helmet*
"If I pulled this thing off, would you die?"
[2d12 = 5]
Tracy successfully embeds herself on the closer giant's shoulders, while Trump successfully surprises the "Dude" with a hack at his ankles
[1d20 = 5]>>1582*Trump takes the opportunity to slash the other ankle*
Dude on the building has a moderate gash that is bleeding, guy a little away has a few nicks and a Tracy, further dudes have a thing that they're messing with.
[1d20 = 9]
*Attempts to turn helmet backwards to blind giant*
[1d20 = 7]>>1586Are Tracy and I attacking the same giant or two different ones?
[1d6 = 1]>>1585>takes a nick but otherwise evadesBugger, these fleas have some bite to 'em
>middle giantWot... the... sonofa....
>3rd and 4thOi, simmer down ya wanky cunt
[1d6 = 1]>>15882 different. There's 4 in total, one on the building (the Dude), one near, and two more far
[1d20 = 15]*Trump attempts to cut out the tendons in each ankle to force the giant to the ground*
>>1589*Takes another stab*
May football guide me!
Does the one I'm on have a helmet?
Middle Giant reaches around to mash Tracy, which fails as she ducks between/around folds of clothing (outta pre-rolled dice so make sure to roll 'em)
[1d20 = 4]>>1593I'm gonna have to fucking leave for at least half an hour... Sorry...
[2d8 = 7]>>1591Trump scores a solid blow, to the opposite leg of the Dude.
>>1592Not a helmet but a bandanna, which you successfully tangle around your opponent like a blindfold.
[1d20 = 16]
*Trump looks back at Tracy as says "Well. I can't say 'I trust her as far as I can throw her'"*
Rolling for a stab, and then twist, right into the left ankle of the giant
>>1596>>1595Alright, that's got to be enough to force this one to the ground
[2d8 = 10]>>1594Don't ever apologize again. Ever. I'm still only fleshing out the most viable method, and accommodating anons is the least I can do. Plz post again when less involved.
And yes, the Dude's shit is jacked sufficiently that he falls backward into a squirting mess. I mean he's alive, and he's still kicking, but he's down.
[1d20 = 3]>>1599*advances towards the Giant's neck, taking an indirect and parabolic path to try to avoid possible flailing limbs*
[2d12 = 16]>>1600>missed with attack roll, but Football dubsYou stick him good and proper
[1d20 = 14]>>1601*Trump goes for a final blow to neck to severe the artery, and, if not kill it instantly, cause it to bleed out*
At this point, Tracy is respectfully unable to continue, so I would postpone for the time being. A giant lays around the building, a second one not far off with a Tracy on his shoulders, with still two more and a thing a short way off.
>I can still answer questions in the meantime
>meanwhile, Torcuil sits atop the dais trying to figure out the building
>>1602>Coup de gracenoted
[1d20 = 1]
I'm back although I might have to stop again.
Attempt something like pic related.
Okay, not so bad, you just lose your handhold long enough to miss your attack.
Trump's move
(or Torcuil's >_<`)
O wait, Trump is burying the hatchet.
"Oi, wait wut"
Cries the giant as Trump grabs him by the Pussy. This was supposed to a delightful jaunt with his fellow Giants, claiming new terf,....
[1d20 = 19]>>1608"Hmmm... they are too tall to be Mexicans. So who are these invaders? Oh well, all the same in principle." Trump remarks to himself as the Giant dies
Trump advances towards the fourth giant, further away, having presumably lost the element of surprise
>>1611>You didn't have a valid visa when you crossed the border
[1d20 = 19]
*Stabs into space b/w neck and collarbone*
[1d100 = 92]
>Trump
Meanwhile Tracy rolls a crit (remember that keen edge bit earlier)
>>1605Okay, that's what happened
>>1614>(remember that keen edge bit earlier)Xan i increase my dice?
[1d20 = 8]>>1614Trump goes towards giant 4 to repeat essentially the same line of attack, first attacking the feat and ankles. (also, if tracy is encountered along the ways he would have to throw Tracy at Giant 1 on top of the building - otherwise, he's too high up to be attacked by melee fighters)
>>1619confused, I though the Dude was Trump's first victim, the middle guy being Tracy's (there's two left, and a pet btw)
>>1620There were three in the forest right? And one on the building?
[1d20 = 20]
*Uses giant to cushion fall*
*Makes straight path back towards Flashy*
>>1621Yes, U killed dude on the building, and Tracy killed the other nearest. There's still a pair and their thingy.
>Tracy's giant finally stops moving
[1d100 = 89]>>1622>with dubs even
[1d20 = 6]>>1623Uh, okay. I guess that makes the foward pass with tracyball unnecessaryContinues towards Giant 4 and stabs the left ankle
[1d10 = 8]
Tracy maneuvers to brace herself as the giant she stands atop begins to buckle, but the beast is not (at this second) fully dead. In its death-throes it catches the edge of Tracy's satchel, and in a moment of absolute serendipity sends her flying into (lit) one of the remaining two.
From her vantage point, she can see that they're loosing a hydra.
[1d100 = 49]
The giant (now "the left one") buries its axe in the ground near your feet.
The (now) right one has a Tracy sticking out of its shoulder.
[1d20 = 12]
"Earth ponies weren't meant to flyyy~yyyy!!"
*Gets ready to stab anything in front of me*
[1d20 = 17]>>1627Trump tries to jump onto the axe, and run up the arm of the giant
Trump is less agile... not as sure about this course of action
>>1631Landed, you're now at the giant's (pick a side) inner elbow
>>1630You find yourself halfway into the giant's shoulder, covered in (more) blood.
[1d20 = 8]>>1632Trump climbs the arm towards the neck and head
[1d20 = 19]>>1632*Reflexively stabs into neck*
[2d20 = 12]>>1633Stumbling as you advance the giant swings to swat at you.
>>1634Surprised, the giant attempts to grab at the sensation in his shoulder.
Both miss. Your diminuative size (respectively) llows you to dart in and around the giant's hand(s)
And you guys r gonna hate me, but I have to run to the grocery store right now. I'm serious, I'm being irritatingly waited on. I'll be back asap.
[1d20 = 8]>>1635Jump to the underside of the Arm as he swings to avoid, but still advancing upwards
>is back and still nothing from Torcuil. I had hoped.
>>1644Eh sorry m8
I turn to Thez askeing what the fucking hell is going on hout there
>>1645>(You)No worries fam, no worries
[1d20 = 5]>>1645OH WAIT
sorry jist read the previous shitI run out and roll to try abspell I learned from reading about the dias
[1d20 = 16]>>1649I roll to summon this strange creature I found in ny studys
I believe the books called him "Pe-pe"?
[2d20 = 32]>>1638You successfully climb atop the shoulder and make eye contact with the giant.
[1d20 = 16]
*slashes at giant thumb*
[1d20 = 9]>>1651*Tries to think of something memey to say, but can't, so Trumpaladin jumps up and lunges at the eye with his sword in a stabbing motion
[1d20 = 12]
*still slashing out of habit*
>>1652You're sticking out of the shoulder, the thumb isnt in range.
>>1654His sword tangles in the giant's eyelashes and fail to pierce the eye
[1d20 = 14]>>1655That's the spirit.
Like a burrowing insect, Tracy begins to tear at the flesh around her.
Meanwhile, Trump dashes headlong at his foe. Clinging to his opponent's face, he gets swatted.
<SMACK>
>>1650>>1650So how my summon going?
>>1658Nothing seems to have happened
>>1657*Still cutting*
"Flashy?!"
[1d20 = 9]>>1659Awwwwwww fug
Uhh lets see giants is some time of weird ass lava beast
I ROLL FOR IRMA TO HIT THE GIANT
[1d20 = 9]
*Burrowing into shoulder like a fucking botfly*
"You're a big guy, aren't you?"
[5d6 = 15]>>1660Your giant attempts to smack you, but in the process overbalances its self, and in the process of trying to right its self falls flat on one of your knives. You're quite safe and sound, but it seems dazed from the fall.
[1d20 = 12]>>1665*Instinctively goes for neck arteries*
[5d6 = 25]>>1666>And blood did reign down upon Tracy,... again,... as is Satan's will. The giant fumbles around both to try and swat the attacker and to staunch the bloodflow, but ultimately succeeding at neither and failing at both.
[1d20 = 18]
Meanwhile in the distance, a boulder can be seen to lift for a moment, then reorient its self. Its still for a moment, when can be heard a: "HUUUAHHHHH!"
The boulder spins a bit and lifts high into the air before crashing down upon its original position.
[1d20 = 3]
*Jams knife between disks in spinal cord*
[1d20 = 11]>>1669You can go deeper, but its dead. All that remains is the one vs. Trump. Oh, and the Hydra
>ROOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRThis particular hydra has 7 heads and a particularly thick shell plating.
[1d20 = 15]>>1670>taps watch waiting for succsess of spell
[1d20 = 4]>>1673Ahh shit, now its a hydra
/cancel spell last
Anyway
Um
Roll for fireball?
[1d20 = 17]*Crawls out of giant's body, like a hatching maggot, licking lips in Frenzy*
"Fucking pussy!"
Makes a rush towards where I sensed Flashy earlier*
>>1674>implying you can cancel meme magic
>>1673>From behind him crusader Pepe walks and says (with exactly that expression) What the hell am I supposed to do. Do I look like I'm suited for this situation? No, I'm a parody of this situation. SMH.
[1d20 = 10]
*Continues to gallop towards the spot where, Flashy landed*
"Flashy! Are you alright?!"
>The boulder that lifted up earlier and then comedically (in context) came crashing down where it began lifts its self up again, this time landing safely to the side.
"Oh hell no!"
>Thez jumps up from the spot and then disappears
>>1677Well, he got smacked good and hard, but he hasn't lost his footing. You do arrive at the feet of the giant who he's standing on though
[1d20 = 9]>>1675>pepe was summoned>cant cancelWell that means
>looks at horizenWell fuck me
RRRRRUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNN
[1d20 = 14]>>1679*Makes slash at sinews, but continues towards the point where flashy landed*
>>1680"Dumb frog-summoner!"
[1d20 = 6]>>1681OI FUCK OF WANKSTAIN
Pepe, can you do anything to help?
[1d20 = 4]
Falling down onto the shoulder, Trump aims his sword at an artery, then drives it into the neck of the giant
>>1682I'd try a meme that in some way disparages the giant, is ironically themed to parody the scenario, or express some aspect of the desired outcome (ex. Pence memes might cast lightning?)
[2d20 = 15]>>1683Again a miss
[1d20 = 20]
AAAAAND... There goes my wifi
Anyway, diregard that "point where he landed" part.
Just go for the sinews.
[1d20 = 7]>>1684I pull out beans and try to infuse them with magic
Sadly I dont have acsess to my meme statch right now
[1d20 = 2]>>1685Crouched down with one hand on the shoulder for stability, Trump trusts with all of his effort again at the giant's neck
Taking a stab in the ankle and still barely fending off the guy at his throat, the giant decides he's had enough of this and runs off, releasing the mechanism restraining the hydra... and taking Trump with him.
>>1687The memes are inside you, Anon.
[1d20 = 18]>>1689REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*gallops off after husbando-stealing giant at breakneck speed*
>>1690Thanks for the encouragement
But theyre actually in my hard drive
ANYONE GOT A SLING?
[1d20 = 12]
Having had enough himself, Trump tries to find a way to jump down off of the giant
>>1693Trump makes steady progress, climbing down along the giant's back to avoid getting hit by passing vegetation.
>>1691Is able to keep pace but not quite catch the giant
>>1692Pepe:. . .
>>1694Stupid frog
Whats the status of that hurricane?
The hydra, loosed from its bonds begins to thrash its various necs around before orienting eerily simulatneously at Torcuil. It charges at him.
Remember, it's just a snek.
>>1697If I were you, and I were trying to summon Irma, I might start with this one, taken from one of the main page threads. Xp
[1d20 = 5]>>1698>snekI roll to step on snek
>>1692>>1699Learn to rhyme.
[2d20 = 32]
Having run a decent distance away, the giant w/ Trump comes screeching to a halt, grabbing at Trump with both hands.
>>1701Did not mean to post that...
[1d20 = 12]>>1702Aww Hell no. I was going to let the fucker go but now it's STAB SLASH AND STAB at the giant's hands
>>1701>rhymesIm not a fuckin bard
[1d20 = 1]>>1702*Catches up to giant, and searches for a weak point, knife in maw*
[1d100 = 44]>>1704Uhm,... he miss with one hand but critted with the other
>>1706Fuck!
Didn't even mean to roll..
Trump is not doing so well. He's still holding on, and he still has his sword (his shield was lost somewhere along the way) but he's still fighting, he's still in it to win it, and he's gonna make wherever the hell this is great again.
He makes his way to the ground as Tracy positions herself for a strike.
[1d20 = 3]>>1711Stabs the fucker in the ankle. Right, dead center of the bone so it kind of bounces off and into the surrounding tendons, and once it is buried, positions himself on top of the foot and slice through the rest of the ankle like through a watermelon
>>1705>"No U" anon!The Hydra is almost upon Torcuil, its many heads eagerly ready to snap down
[1d20 = 16]>>1712>catches against a rivet on the giant's boot."THERE YOU ARE!"
The giant stomps down.
[1d20 = 12]
*takes out two more knives to triple wield*
*Lunges for the sinew in left leg*
"DON'T. TOUCH. MY. FLASHY!!!"
"NO U!!"
Like a bolt from the sky, Thez streaks down punching through and into the giant's skull cavity. The giant stumbles to the side for a moment, and then collapses in a heap.
[1d20 = 17]>>1714Trump says "fuck it," and walks away from the giant and going towards the building, with vegetation and Tracy allowing his exit
[1d20 = 11]>>1713I cast teleportation
I move the giant so it will step on big snek
If the foot is detached Ill just take that
At the same time Tracy circumstantially learns a 3-hit combo on the giant's leg
>>1717Plz note, most of the rolls I'm making are for things that are going to happen, not what is happening.
[1d20 = 11]>>1720Under stood
But do I step on snek?
[7d20 = 59]Thez crawls out of the giant's fractured skull as the Hydra bears down on Torc.
>>1721You step on snek.
[1d20 = 19]>>1719>>1717Disappointed at seeing someone else take her kill, Tracy merely glares at Thez, before continuing after her husbando, before he gets himself killed. She thinks to inquire Thez about wtf is going on, but she's got bigger fish to fry.
"You're not going without me, buster!"
She yells, as she pursues him, covered in blood."
[1d100 = 30]
Okay wait a second. Nah, that doesn't happen.
>sigh
Okkay. In its anticipation of eating the tasty morsel that has presented itself, somehow it failed. I'm not even sure how to describe how it failed so we'll just go with the dice
>>1722I book it while multi snek
Yells "I SPECIFICLY REQUESTED THE OPPISITE OF THIS"
>>1725You increase from 6ish feet tall to 25ish feet tall (proportionately)
Okay, so the Hydra bites its self, and then gets in an argument with its self about who's fault it was and loses all actions for the round
[1d20 = 8]>>1723Rolling to tackle (hug) Flashy, to the ground, as he runs like a cowering faggot.
[1d20 = 2]>>1728You succeed in attaching yourself to him, but he is still quite upright and stable.
The Hydra looks at Torcuil as a threat rather than prey and adopts a more cautious posture lashing out only with a couple of its heads.
>>1728>Turns to stop Tracy with his hand"The fight is over"
>>1726UH GUYS, A LITTLE HELP OVER HERE?
>>1731>he says fending of first one snapping head, then another
[1d20 = 1]
>in reference to Torcuil..
*panting*
"H-he's a big guy..!"
>>1733DISREGARD THAT MEANINGLESS ROLL!!!
[1d20 = 1]>>1731Uh... Okay
Trump readies his shield and pony shield
[2d100 = 157]
Not a floodpost
[1d20 = 8]>>1735Trump sees the hydra, and immediately recognizes what it is.
"I've seen these before."
Trump Challenges the Hydra on its positions on open borders, and demands to know if it truly loves Equestria
>>1738Kek
Torc decides to step on sneks tail to try and slightly immobilize it
>>1735Without deliberately intending to, Trump grabs Tracy by the pussy. The two are momentarily stunned by what has just occurred,... but neither moves away (meaning, still haz by pussy).
Meanwhile, two of the hydra's heads latch onto giga-Torcuil
That was for those 1s u rolled. Otherwise yes, Trump is bombastically posturing toward the Hydra
Trump moves his hand away quickly and wipes it on Tracy's coat
[1d20 = 15]*shudders unconrollably*
>>1743If 20, I clamp down so you can't escape.
>>1741I try punching the heads
>>1743>wipes it on coatEww
>Tracy's like: Flashy k-kun?
Giga-Torc wrestles with the Hydra, failing to pin it down. Its remaining heads join into the grappel, and Torc is now bleeding alarmingly.
[2d20 = 11]>>1746You are unable to successfully strike the hydra with either hand. It is basically trying to hold you still until you bleed out, which you're doing.
[1d20 = 8]
>legs shaky from "surprise"
*Looks over at fight*
"sh-should I cut them?"
"Alright chums, lets do this"
Thez says streaking back into the fray after a moment.
In a spinning double-kick, she whonks 2 of the heads off of Torcuil. Also, she doesn't fall to the ground, she's just kinda standing there,... in the air,.... O_o
>>1749I gtg so lets just say I go into a coma
Peace dellas see ya latter
>>1752>game movement stops with giga Torcuil wrestling with angryhydra>meanwhile Tracy is frozen in a state of extacy, still savoring the feel of Flashy-kun in her warmest of,... you sick fuck.>meanwhile Thez is frozen in midair,... again,... this is all fun and games for you motherfuckers but I'M aware of the passage of time and shit....Thanks for being a part!
>>1745You may go ahead and consider Tracy as stuck in this pose
>>1755>>1754What a nice place to end for the week.
Good night, fellas!
>>1752For illiteration purposes, here's where I went with it.
When you summoned crusader pepe, it worked. He was an awkward-looking frog in crusader attire, clearly not fitting the context, so that is what was summoned.
When you attempted to step on snek, it worked cuz snek was the hydra though it did no damage. When you said "this is expressly... " was when the meme magic started to spark. In that moment Torcuil (who was attempting to meme) was about to get eated by a much larger creature. He was, in a word, about to get stepped on by snek. Having successfully stepped previously, and to be stepped on, was expressly not what he asked for. So then, the Game decided that if he was the same size as snek, then neither he could step on nor could he be stepped upon.
>>1743>>1745>>1752I thank you three for the first and now the second time. Running something like this over an imageboard is an experiment in ingenuity and creativity, and I have had more fun doing so than I could ever have anticipated or planned. I'll throw out details and descriptive factoids throughout the week, but I look forward to doing this again next week.
Warning though, the mobs r gonna get harder.
Continuing wrt Torcuil
When contemplating memes, consider the complexity of the meme. An epic pepe meme might work in a specified context, but something more basic works equally well. "No u" for example, is what I'm pretty much going with for "magic missile". Similarly, I'm running with Pence as being the icon of electricity.
Lets say you wanted to cast fireball.
>This dude is on fiiirrrreeeeee
Or you wanted to freeze your opponent
>Let it go, let it go, can't
Or you wanted to confuse or befuddle your opponent
>Im gender non-binary, my pronous r Hibbity and Hooblah
Create with the meme the idea you're looking to create in the Game.
'No step on snek' doesn't work well when squaring off with snek. Xp
>OP wanders in to review the thread. Thez is still dangling in midair.
T"So like, can I come down now?"
O"Yes, but you have to go back there before gaming begins again."
T"K!"
>Thez whoofs over to where he is. He reviews the posts in reverse-order.
T"I think you could do a better job," she criticizes.
O"Thats the idea. Its difficult translating lit. volumes of game mechanics and stuffing them through an anonboard. Its forcing me to refine my thinking. I'm getting better though and with each passing session I eliminate more unnecessary minutia," he sips his coffee. "On the plus side I spoke to Nathan, and he's given me permission to use Slag for a while."
T"SLAG is gonna play?" claps her hands excitedly, and then turns toward the camera. "Don't worry, you'll like him! He kills things, and sometimes he revives them just to kill them again. So what's that mean for the giants?"
O"Well, they're dead already and the Hydra is about to get gang-raped anyway. Besides, don't act like you're not going to make oversized chess pieces out of their teeth."
>Thez smiles a big toothy grin and giggles.
>OP continues to click away, comparing notes, stats, etc.
T"Um, since the Game reset, do I still have my record contract?"
O"No."
T"... But I might still get it back?"
O<sigh>
Basically, just me reviewing the thread and finding I can't literally advance the story because of where it ended, but working all the while to advance and develop the story in whatever way possible. Also, Thez was getting stiff.
>she's stretching right now.
>>1758If I were playing as literally any other character, I probably would've tried to find out what the giants wanted in the first place.
>>1777They're much more useful dead, they'd have just attacked anyway, and you'll find that eliminating them will have made you quite popular
>>1780Greetings, fellow gator.
Was the power out for that long?
>>17815 am Monday till 10 am Today.
Luckily the house is fine and so is my family so I really cant complain
>>1783Well fuck. That must've been uncomfortable.
>>1784Any amount of time without AC is very uncomfortable
>>1785Did you just type:
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/74327.html#74363Or is someone fucking with the system?
>>1786Mmmmaaaaaaaaayyyybbbbeeee
Why you askin?
>>1787I thought it was spam.
Wtf is going on?
>>1788Nah, just a friendly phonetic alphabet war
Also chekd'
Are we gonna have another cinematic period?
>>1790Of course, but I won't be available until after 10:30pst, I hope that's ok.
>>1792If it's just comfy cinematic mode, it can be any time.
>>1793Well, comfy in the sense that you won't die and the apparent threat is not really or lastingly a threat and can be illustrated in almost a dice-dependent green-text, yes. It will be spectacular though. ^_~
Alright, I'm a saucin' and I'm a writin'
>>1795Even with the very high temporary bump limit it's almost hit
Last I checked, bump limit was 450. I could be wrong, but I baked nu bread anyway (sorry if I ejaculated prematurely)