/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

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.

Where's my Flashy?

>>1309
He'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.

>>1310
We were rolling on the ground in our last scene.
If he doesn't show soon, I'm gonna roll for XXX-rated developments.

>>1311
That'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.
>>1314
Why 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.

>>1316
What parts of my body are safe behind armor?

>>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.

>>1319
Now 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?

>>1320
Yes. 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 1
Better luck next time. There will be plenty of 'next times'. I promise. ^_^

>>1325
"Give me a few minutes to work"
"Actually.. Hey Thez! Would you mind if I took one of those skulls?"

>>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.

>HERES JOHNNY
So what has my decoding revieled?

>>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*

>>1331
Okay
Do we got any music for this thread?

>>1333
Sure, gimme 2 shakes

>>1333
Trips demand Shadily for moments of memetic spell-casting.

>>1335
Agreed. 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 gets
Oh, its on now

>>1340
THE MEME MAGIC IS WORKING

>>1342
Fear the Meme Wizard, he will strike down who he pleases

>>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
Does 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.

>>1345
Kek 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 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.

Trump, where were you when Tracy accosted you?

Music Stream is up
https://www.rabb.it/ninjas

Wait. We doing this *now*?

>>1349
Apperently

>>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

I didn't say we're playing, I'm just getting cozy

>>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. ^_^

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

>>1354
This could get good

>>1354
Um... Sure

>>1349
Not 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?

>>1359
Is there any room I can go to that doesn't have monsters in it? Also can I speak to Elway again

>>1360
Elway is football. U're on the 1st floor, at the base of the staircase ish

... currently fending off a pony.

IDEK

>>1361
Not to be a bitch about it but.....
How da decoding going for me, is it even part way through?

>>1362
>>1361
Um... Can I walk towards Football? I think I should be tall enough to walk around a pony

>>1362
I'm sharpening my knives right now, but I've got him on my radar.

>>1363
Its about to fire off
>>1364
Proceeding 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 off
GRAB 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.

>>1368
You didn't entirely expect to happen what just happened, but since you made it happen you have first response

>>1369
*Knife-sharpening stops*

>>1366
Okay, So I guess eventually I arrive at football, the center of all holiness?

>>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.

>>1370
I 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

>>1374
Unnecessary, 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.

>>1375
Oh, I try tossing a stone on the dias to see what happens

>>1373
What 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/ dubs
GOD DAMMIT.
Okay, gimme a sec to mind-form this shit.

>>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."

>>1380
>this many gets in one night
Am I actually a meme magician?

>>1381
-the b4 grant
>am drunkposting
what?

>>1383
What?

>>1385
It truely will be wild

>>1384
Sorry, the metaphysics abound. I thought it was already established that you are a/the meme magician.

>>1387
No 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
>sheeeiiiit
I try tossing another rokk through the sphere as I look for my staff

>>1392
Alright, stay safe
We look forward to RPing with you another day

>>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.

>>1407
*Has no idea what this machine is supposed to do, but instinctively sticks knife in it anyway*

>>1408
>keen edged
Its a good thing.

>>1409
I 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

>>1411
So, 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 = 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

>>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 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.

>>1420
>there was an agreement among a significant minority
Wait, wat? Who agreed to what, and when?

>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

>>1418
>groaning as I get up
What 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.

>>1423
Start at
>>1420

>>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

... capable of holding 9 knives

>>1426
I 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.

>>1429
I'm still alive, motherfucker!

[1d20 = 4]
>>1431
>9
Can I scavenge anything special from that?

>>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'

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 CALM
So 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.

>>1423
How is your situation? I hope you're alright.

>keen
Just the way I like them.

>>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).

GUESS WHOS BACK?

>>1442
Aw fug. Guess I'd better get out of bed.

>>1443
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK

>>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.

Trips confirm.
*continues closer towards football, following the trail of Flashy's footsteps*

>>1445
>30%
Huh
I stick my arm in the bubble

>>1447
Pic is error schematic.
Blue area is active, orange area is standby, red area is kill.

>>1449
Good 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
>>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.

[1d20 = 20]
>>1451
I inquire if this is a spaceship or just a strange bunker

>>1453
>>1454
>yes
Real helpful there Thez

>>1455
Thez is outside the sphere, waiting.
>ATM green is computer display, pic related

>>1455
T=Torcuil
>/w 'em dubs

>>1457
I'm almost done rendering her, but she hasn't shown but her face yet. Soon.

>>1457
Yes

>>1457
Eh, 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).

>>1461
I have no idea!

>>1462
>that much skin
B E G O N E T H O T
jk
>>1463
Oh great, does this mean investigation time?

>>1464
Well, 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.

>>1464
And 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
>nudist
Oh, wasnt expextin that
>>1465
Does anyone know how to make a fucking shovel around here?
We're going to neeed lots

>>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!

>>1469
>the game
Fuck I lost

>>1470
>FINALLY
Yes, 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
>>1462
Well, 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

>>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?

>>1475
Woah. What does Football Will I do?

>>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.

When desired, you have the option to BLITZ the opponent, and in extreme circumstances can call upon shenanigens.

>>1477
>>1478
Amen. 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)

>>1479
Nope, 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?">

>>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

>>1484
>Trump makes a mental note of his first interaction with Thez
So does Trump get a quick rundown?

Deus Vult. Kek Vult. Celestia Vult, Discord Vult. I Vult, (You) Vult. Ihr vult bist.

Waifu thief did nothing wrong!

>>1488
Amen!

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.

>>1462
I stand by my pre-made decision: Would fug.

>>1492
*Glares suspiciously and angrily from hiding spot*

>>1496
That would be showing unfair partiality for one player over another, and I'm afraid I cannot agree to that.

>>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,....

>>1493
Careful myah, she's an Egregore

>>1498
Thank you

>>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

>>1504
(not neck, arms)
Well, from Trump's position there is little about her that ISN'T curious.
>jewelry
Yes 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 irritated
But 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.

>>1515
Trumpaladin 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 entertainer
wut?

>>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

>>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?

>>1524
*Stops water at lips right as she was about to drink it*
"...Yes..?"

>>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.