/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

[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

>>1581
FUCK!!!

>this script
Its a 14!

[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*

[1d6 = 1]
>>1585
>takes a nick but otherwise evades
Bugger, these fleas have some bite to 'em
>middle giant
Wot... the... sonofa....
>3rd and 4th
Oi, simmer down ya wanky cunt

[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!

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)

[2d8 = 7]
>>1591
Trump scores a solid blow, to the opposite leg of the Dude.
>>1592
Not 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
>>1595
Alright, that's got to be enough to force this one to the ground

[2d8 = 10]
>>1594
Don'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 dubs
You 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 grace
noted

[1d20 = 1]
I'm back although I might have to stop again.
Attempt something like pic related.

>>1605
FUCK!!!

[1d100 = 87]
>>1605
>1
XD

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

[1d20 = 19]
*Stabs into space b/w neck and collarbone*

[1d100 = 92]
>Trump
Meanwhile Tracy rolls a crit (remember that keen edge bit earlier)

>>1605
Okay, that's what happened

>>1614
>(remember that keen edge bit earlier)
Xan i increase my dice?

>>1617
>92
He's dead

[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)

[1d20 = 20]
*Uses giant to cushion fall*
*Makes straight path back towards Flashy*

[1d20 = 6]
>>1623
Uh, okay. I guess that makes the foward pass with tracyball unnecessary

Continues 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]
>>1627
Trump 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

>>1631
Landed, you're now at the giant's (pick a side) inner elbow
>>1630
You find yourself halfway into the giant's shoulder, covered in (more) blood.

[1d20 = 8]
>>1632
Trump climbs the arm towards the neck and head

[1d20 = 19]
>>1632
*Reflexively stabs into neck*

[2d20 = 12]
>>1633
Stumbling as you advance the giant swings to swat at you.
>>1634
Surprised, 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]
>>1635
Jump to the underside of the Arm as he swings to avoid, but still advancing upwards

For real, I'll b back.

>>1644
Eh 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]
>>1645
OH WAIT
sorry jist read the previous shit
I run out and roll to try abspell I learned from reading about the dias

[1d20 = 16]
>>1649
I roll to summon this strange creature I found in ny studys
I believe the books called him "Pe-pe"?

[2d20 = 32]
>>1638
You 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*

>>1652
You're sticking out of the shoulder, the thumb isnt in range.
>>1654
His sword tangles in the giant's eyelashes and fail to pierce the eye

[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>

>>1650
>>1650
So how my summon going?

>>1658
Nothing seems to have happened

>>1657
*Still cutting*
"Flashy?!"

[1d20 = 9]
>>1659
Awwwwwww 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]
>>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.

[1d20 = 12]
>>1665
*Instinctively goes for neck arteries*

[1d20 = 13]
*cuts deeper*

[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]
>>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.

[1d20 = 4]
>>1673
Ahh 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

>>1677
Well, 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 cancel
Well that means
>looks at horizen
Well fuck me
RRRRRUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNN

[1d20 = 14]
>>1679
*Makes slash at sinews, but continues towards the point where flashy landed*
>>1680
"Dumb frog-summoner!"

[1d20 = 6]
>>1681
OI 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

>>1682
I'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]
>>1683
Again a miss

[1d20 = 20]
AAAAAND... There goes my wifi

Anyway, diregard that "point where he landed" part.
Just go for the sinews.

[1d20 = 7]
>>1684
I pull out beans and try to infuse them with magic
Sadly I dont have acsess to my meme statch right now

[1d20 = 2]
>>1685
Crouched 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.

>>1687
The memes are inside you, Anon.

[1d20 = 18]
>>1689
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*gallops off after husbando-stealing giant at breakneck speed*

>>1690
Thanks 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

>>1693
Trump makes steady progress, climbing down along the giant's back to avoid getting hit by passing vegetation.
>>1691
Is able to keep pace but not quite catch the giant
>>1692
Pepe:. . .

[1d20 = 2]
*Anger grows*

>>1694
Stupid 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.

>>1697
If 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
>snek
I roll to step on snek

>>1692
>>1699
Learn 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.

>>1701
Did not mean to post that...

[1d20 = 12]
>>1702
Aww Hell no. I was going to let the fucker go but now it's STAB SLASH AND STAB at the giant's hands

>>1701
>rhymes
Im not a fuckin bard

[1d20 = 1]
>>1702
*Catches up to giant, and searches for a weak point, knife in maw*

[1d100 = 44]
>>1704
Uhm,... he miss with one hand but critted with the other

>>1706
Fuck!
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]
>>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

>>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]
>>1714
Trump says "fuck it," and walks away from the giant and going towards the building, with vegetation and Tracy allowing his exit

[1d20 = 11]
>>1713
I 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

>>1717
Plz note, most of the rolls I'm making are for things that are going to happen, not what is happening.

[1d20 = 11]
>>1720
Under 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.
>>1721
You step on snek.

[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

>>1722
I book it while multi snek
Yells "I SPECIFICLY REQUESTED THE OPPISITE OF THIS"

>>1725
You 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]
>>1723
Rolling to tackle (hug) Flashy, to the ground, as he runs like a cowering faggot.

[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.

>>1728
>Turns to stop Tracy with his hand
"The fight is over"

>>1726
UH GUYS, A LITTLE HELP OVER HERE?

[1d20 = 1]
>in reference to Torcuil..
*panting*
"H-he's a big guy..!"

>>1733
DISREGARD THAT MEANINGLESS ROLL!!!

[1d20 = 1]
>>1731
Uh... Okay

Trump readies his shield and pony shield

>>1733
>>1735
~_~'

[2d100 = 157]
Not a floodpost

[1d20 = 8]
>>1735
Trump 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

>>1735
*hugs*

>>1738
Kek
Torc decides to step on sneks tail to try and slightly immobilize it

>>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

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*
>>1743
If 20, I clamp down so you can't escape.

>>1741
I try punching the heads
>>1743
>wipes it on coat
Eww

>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]
>>1746
You 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

>>1749
I gtg so lets just say I go into a coma
Peace dellas see ya latter

>>1743
*hugs*

>>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!

>>1745
You may go ahead and consider Tracy as stuck in this pose

>>1755
>>1754
What a nice place to end for the week.
Good night, fellas!

>>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

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.

>>1777
Wasted...

I LIVE FUCKERS

>>1780
Greetings, fellow gator.
Was the power out for that long?

>>1781
5 am Monday till 10 am Today.
Luckily the house is fine and so is my family so I really cant complain

>>1783
Well fuck. That must've been uncomfortable.

>>1784
Any amount of time without AC is very uncomfortable

>>1785
Did you just type:
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/74327.html#74363
Or is someone fucking with the system?

>>1786
Mmmmaaaaaaaaayyyybbbbeeee
Why you askin?

>>1787
I thought it was spam.
Wtf is going on?

>>1788
Nah, just a friendly phonetic alphabet war
Also chekd'

Are we gonna have another cinematic period?

>>1790
Of course, but I won't be available until after 10:30pst, I hope that's ok.

>>1792
If it's just comfy cinematic mode, it can be any time.

>>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. ^_~

Alright, I'm a saucin' and I'm a writin'

bread is near bump limit

Time for new bread

>>1795
Even 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)

https://mlpol.net/vx/res/1799.html
Nu bread