And the Game must?! go on!
Tonight we find the party split. Trump, Tracy, and Taylor find themselves in a grand banquet hall with a gradually increasing number of stiff-backed military personnel, along with a variety of less-but-still disciplined civilians. The whole place reeks of rigidity and efficiency. All boots are shiny, all suits and uniforms are crisp and clean.
Meanwhile, Torcuil - who didn't die - prepares to venture forth with Infernius and Thez who just last night got engaged, no homo to wreck shop on an entire city of commies. "Isn't wanton killing evil" you might ask, to which I say "Not when its commies".
So then, let us begin,... again.
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>>25660
Its all strength, determination, and form. Its an almost entirely military civilization, and all present are either military or elected by. Everyone's armed (though not aggressively so), and aside from glances (especially toward Tracy, who is the only Poner - let alone non-human - in the room) everyone is operating quite dignified and decorously.
>>25661
Not yet
Its all strength, determination, and form. Its an almost entirely military civilization, and all present are either military or elected by. Everyone's armed (though not aggressively so), and aside from glances (especially toward Tracy, who is the only Poner - let alone non-human - in the room) everyone is operating quite dignified and decorously.
>>25661
Not yet
Praise Epona
As far as the Banquet is concerned, I'll leave it here until Trump returns. Sorry, but his contribution is the the next piece of the interaction.
Renquist appears to a scattering of applause, which he smiles and waves to, while venturing toward his seat. At the same time a "Huuuah!" can be heard from without, and a set of doors on one side of the hall burst open. Immediately inward stream scores of individuals (soldiers, the lot) who quickly and precisely assume seats. Renquist stands to address the proceedings. Men, please welcome the finest among us. He needs no introduction. The foremost of all Spartans," "Huuah!" "Baz, whom we serve beside." The crowd erupts in perfectly synchronized applause. It's like a perfectly-timed drumroll.
A door largely obstructed from sight opens and closes. Eyes follow what cannot be seen, and before long, the Bazookah Squirrel (still carrying his bazookah) hops up onto the table.
"Spartans. I am pleased to declare today a holiday." Cheers, flown hats, and excitement erupt from the soldiers and citizens present. The celebration continues for a moment, until Baz raises his wee hand, causing silence to descend like a wave. "Today marks a day which was once thought a distant dream. Many may have noticed an increased incursion of native and insidious groups, infringing on our lands." rumbles of agreement. "Many have noticed too that our resources are increasingly tight, brought on by those incursions and a variety of other issues that we have yet to determine. Gentlemen, I present to you this man, and those who venture with him. They have come to our gates with gifts the likes of which I have never dreamed." Murmuring increases until by his wee hand they quiet. "What is a Spartan's purpose!" "Sparintenar!" comes the reply.
"And what is the greatest threat to Sparintenar!"
"The emperor!"
He pauses, and looks around, then at Trump. Nodding before continuing he directs at Trump (all this in that squeaky voice) "Please, let us dispense with propriety. Trump, if you please," he says, taking a seat.
Renquist appears to a scattering of applause, which he smiles and waves to, while venturing toward his seat. At the same time a "Huuuah!" can be heard from without, and a set of doors on one side of the hall burst open. Immediately inward stream scores of individuals (soldiers, the lot) who quickly and precisely assume seats. Renquist stands to address the proceedings. Men, please welcome the finest among us. He needs no introduction. The foremost of all Spartans," "Huuah!" "Baz, whom we serve beside." The crowd erupts in perfectly synchronized applause. It's like a perfectly-timed drumroll.
A door largely obstructed from sight opens and closes. Eyes follow what cannot be seen, and before long, the Bazookah Squirrel (still carrying his bazookah) hops up onto the table.
"Spartans. I am pleased to declare today a holiday." Cheers, flown hats, and excitement erupt from the soldiers and citizens present. The celebration continues for a moment, until Baz raises his wee hand, causing silence to descend like a wave. "Today marks a day which was once thought a distant dream. Many may have noticed an increased incursion of native and insidious groups, infringing on our lands." rumbles of agreement. "Many have noticed too that our resources are increasingly tight, brought on by those incursions and a variety of other issues that we have yet to determine. Gentlemen, I present to you this man, and those who venture with him. They have come to our gates with gifts the likes of which I have never dreamed." Murmuring increases until by his wee hand they quiet. "What is a Spartan's purpose!" "Sparintenar!" comes the reply.
"And what is the greatest threat to Sparintenar!"
"The emperor!"
He pauses, and looks around, then at Trump. Nodding before continuing he directs at Trump (all this in that squeaky voice) "Please, let us dispense with propriety. Trump, if you please," he says, taking a seat.
>>25684
She looks at him, then forward, then back at him. "No. Yes. Maybe,... yes." she seems unsure, but she said yes twice.
She looks at him, then forward, then back at him. "No. Yes. Maybe,... yes." she seems unsure, but she said yes twice.
>>25688
"Thanks Troll."
Torc takes the banana being offered
"Question. Do you notice anyone who shouldn't be here? I feel... watched"
"Thanks Troll."
Torc takes the banana being offered
"Question. Do you notice anyone who shouldn't be here? I feel... watched"
>>25689
Tr> "I haven't detected anyone out of the ordinary,... not that ordinary is 'ordinary' around here, why do you ask?"
Tr> "I haven't detected anyone out of the ordinary,... not that ordinary is 'ordinary' around here, why do you ask?"
>>25676
Trumpaladin looks out to the crowded groups with a smile
"Everyone. Ladies and gentleman of Sparintenar. The Emperor, Kefka, is dead."
He now produces the head of kefka from the bag and displays it for allot see, giving a moment of silence for the effect to sink in
"For years, he and his tarasque ruled the lands with mercilessness and sadism, exacting a painful tribute and destroying those who did not or could not pay, while killing at random. Or so he ruled, until he tried to attack Port Barry, which could not make a tribute payment after spending its reserves to rebuild from a demonic incursion. With the power of Football, my party and I killed him, and his tarasque too, in our Football stadium. His reign of tyranny is at an end."
Puts back down the head.
To be continued, but reactions first and I need to actually arrive at home
\r
Trumpaladin looks out to the crowded groups with a smile
"Everyone. Ladies and gentleman of Sparintenar. The Emperor, Kefka, is dead."
He now produces the head of kefka from the bag and displays it for allot see, giving a moment of silence for the effect to sink in
"For years, he and his tarasque ruled the lands with mercilessness and sadism, exacting a painful tribute and destroying those who did not or could not pay, while killing at random. Or so he ruled, until he tried to attack Port Barry, which could not make a tribute payment after spending its reserves to rebuild from a demonic incursion. With the power of Football, my party and I killed him, and his tarasque too, in our Football stadium. His reign of tyranny is at an end."
Puts back down the head.
To be continued, but reactions first and I need to actually arrive at home
\r
Torc's dagger turns int a claymore, right? What enchantment is that? I want to make something similar.
>>25692
That was perfect.
Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, soldier and civilian alike speak in whispered and audible tones amongst one another. Smatterings of discussion and strategy, and what-not immediately spring up until, a squeaky voice (somehow) cuts through the increasing din.
"Behold. We do welcome Trump, Tracy and Taylor into our banquet hall. Some have heard, and for others this is a new revelation. I bid you leave, please eat all you can stomach. Today is a day we have planned for, but could never have seen realized. Today is the day that the shackles of Sparintenar come OFF!" A huge and deafening cheer raises from the soldiers and others assembled. Many scramble to their feet, eager to take in the literal food as well as to satisfy the sudden hunger that they felt. Renquist wanders over to Trump (both deliberately delaying him and party and showing unveiled appreciation. "Sir, you have come unto Sparintenar with a blessing. We've been planning to assault the emperor for years and yet you've accomplished our designs right under our noses. I think, we may have alot to learn from you and yours."
A variety of individual cheers and jubilation bubble up from various pockets and patches of the assembled group, and everyone is in high spirits. Baz sits quietly at his seat, while all the soldiers, staff members, and assembled Spartans - military and non - take their fill of the ample (but not limitless) banquet that has been assembled, mess-hall style for ease and efficiency. As all the soldiers and lower-ranks resume their seats, the officers then likewise stand, and progress toward the food. At this time, staff otherwise unoccupied shuffle up to Trump and co (not that it's Trump and Co, but he's obviously the most iconic of the group) and indicate that it is their turn and place to serve themselves.
>>25697
"Ma'am are you okay? Are you okay!",....
That was perfect.
Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, soldier and civilian alike speak in whispered and audible tones amongst one another. Smatterings of discussion and strategy, and what-not immediately spring up until, a squeaky voice (somehow) cuts through the increasing din.
"Behold. We do welcome Trump, Tracy and Taylor into our banquet hall. Some have heard, and for others this is a new revelation. I bid you leave, please eat all you can stomach. Today is a day we have planned for, but could never have seen realized. Today is the day that the shackles of Sparintenar come OFF!" A huge and deafening cheer raises from the soldiers and others assembled. Many scramble to their feet, eager to take in the literal food as well as to satisfy the sudden hunger that they felt. Renquist wanders over to Trump (both deliberately delaying him and party and showing unveiled appreciation. "Sir, you have come unto Sparintenar with a blessing. We've been planning to assault the emperor for years and yet you've accomplished our designs right under our noses. I think, we may have alot to learn from you and yours."
A variety of individual cheers and jubilation bubble up from various pockets and patches of the assembled group, and everyone is in high spirits. Baz sits quietly at his seat, while all the soldiers, staff members, and assembled Spartans - military and non - take their fill of the ample (but not limitless) banquet that has been assembled, mess-hall style for ease and efficiency. As all the soldiers and lower-ranks resume their seats, the officers then likewise stand, and progress toward the food. At this time, staff otherwise unoccupied shuffle up to Trump and co (not that it's Trump and Co, but he's obviously the most iconic of the group) and indicate that it is their turn and place to serve themselves.
>>25697
"Ma'am are you okay? Are you okay!",....
>>25701
I haven't decided yet (I hace a few planned, but I don't want to spoil). I'll probably need to make it first, which'll take weeks..
I haven't decided yet (I hace a few planned, but I don't want to spoil). I'll probably need to make it first, which'll take weeks..
>>25705
how?
how?
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