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.
[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.
>>1317 Pic 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.
>>1326 >burble burble,... burble Huh? >wakes up, looks at bath Aww, 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.
>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.
>>1329 Torcuil 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*
>>1342 Meme 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.
>>1344 >is also a fantastic get It is true that chaos IS inconsistent and unpredictable BUT that does not mean that chaos does not have its norms and consistencies! >>1345 If 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.
>>1347 Um... 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
>>1351 Yes, 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. ^_^
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?
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.
>>1372 After 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.
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
>>1378 It 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."
>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.
>>1392 I'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.
>>1377 Okay. 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.
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
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 = dmg essentially 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 >fan and 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
[1d20 = 15] >>1419 >6 is still a success Now 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.
>she continues Many 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. >>1421 I'm talking lore, not current
>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.
>>1416 Proceeds 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 crafts Tracy 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
[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.
>>1432 U BETTER BE O;_;O >>1433 Not 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'
>>1438 If 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.
>>1437 Don'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).
>>1444 >murderous trips We 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.
[1d20 = 19] >>1446 >taking advantage of the available furniture to obscure her approach >>1447 Thez 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.
>>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).
>>1467 Yeah, 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!
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.
>>1473 Football 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?
>>1474 When 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.
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)
>>1481 Um... Trumpaladin is surprised to encounter Thez and Torucil together, and still elated (almost intoxicated) from his encounter with football >>1482 Trumpaladin 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.
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.
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.
>>1488 Let me unbox this for a moment. >Deus Vult God's will. >Kek Vult God's will but more determinate in the observance of God. >Celestia Vult, Discord Vult This 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) Vult Bastardized, 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 bist More 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 wrong Its not like we're talking vows or anything,....
>>1492 Those 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
>>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
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 ^_^
>>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.
>>1519 Likewise, 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 this Sad
>>1521 The 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 appreciation Well, 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?
>>1523 >Trump turns to argue with Tracy Alright, 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 service Perhaps 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.
>>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 stairs I 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
>>1540 You 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
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)
>>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 trips Thez 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."
>>1561 Besides 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
>>1567 The 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?
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
[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.
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
[1d20 = 8] >>1614 Trump 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)
[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.
[1d20 = 14] >>1655 That'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>
[5d6 = 15] >>1660 Your 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.
[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 = 11] >>1669 You can go deeper, but its dead. All that remains is the one vs. Trump. Oh, and the Hydra >ROOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR This particular hydra has 7 heads and a particularly thick shell plating.
>>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.
>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
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.
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] >>1711 Stabs 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
[1d20 = 19] >>1719 >>1717 Disappointed 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
[1d20 = 2] >>1728 You 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.
>>1735 Without 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
"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
>>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!
>>1752 For 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 >>1752 I 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
>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.
>>1793 Well, 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. ^_~