The latest installment of the Game, which has Tracy getting in line for heaven knows what. Trump, Torcuil and Trump are quickly,... not getting there 'cuz Trump tower only actually moves at an oxen-pace.
Previous bread here:
https://mlpol.net/vx/res/8954.html\r
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>>9823I knew it from the beginning, I was just being inexcusably lazy (Tracy would've just turned around)....
>>9823Uh... Does the guy respond?
>>9824Ah, I see.
Tracy continues to move forward.
>>9826Don't bother. I got a 19 diplomacy check with them, but they didn't tell me shit.
"You know, let me show you some of her moves"
>>9828You don't know how to be a diplomat, little pony
"Fae, fetch the hamburger"
>>9820That pic screams for a necromancy-related development, desu...
>>9830I'll stay true to this class though.
>>9826No time. Thez appears in the air above you.
"Port Barry is in flames! Where the fuck have you all been?!
She has a multitude of new scratches across her hide, but doesn't seem too worn.
Her expression tells a different story.
>>9832"Heading the fuck back to Port Barry, that's what we're doing right now"
Flies off on Fae, fetching Inferius of possible, leaving if necessary
>>9834Fuck off and stay in your hell
>>9833Thez dashes forward and grabs by the face.
"THERE IS NO TIME"
and the two of them <whoof> back to Port Barry.
The walls remain intact as with some of the more remote properties, but the rural district of town has been decimated. Where once was a cooky moon-stone shop is a pile of dust, and even the established businessess are having a hard enough time fighting off the onslaught.
GM, can we skip ahead to the end of this long-ass line already? I've been at this for more than 4.5 hours, but nothing has happened.
>>9838I had the following agendas. 1. Allow players to explore 1 of 3 towns. 2. Prep for murder.
Both objectives have been achieved
>>9840Can we get to the murder soon?
>>9841If not, I'm going to bed (it's 2:00 AM here)
>>9842Thats what I was thinking tbh. I promise, tomorrow will begin a new chapter of depth and development
>>9843Nice paradox, but no. The thing is, for every element the player/character is aware of, there are tens if not hundreds that they can't be aware of. And right now, Tracy is in a grey-ish room, in line for who knows what, in a dimension she can't truly state is the same dimension she came from.
Oh, and she willingly coughed up ALL her knives.
>>9844Good. I hope to have a chance for her to cut loose and develop her abilities.
Is there any chance I could've had her sign in under a fake name or epitaph?
>>9846Yeah... Her faggot was being incredibly retarded... Tracy would've never done any of that shit...
Nigger, I still got an Ace of my own. Don't you fucking test me
>>9849Okay... I'm still laughing. But I swear to god the civic buildings better not be burned down
>also still laughing
>also deja vu e_O
>>9846Will Tracy still get the chance to kill some shit this weekend?
Thez spends the intermediate moments porting ppl back and forth from the crazy spiral dome.
As each character appears on scene, they hear, feel, and recognize the change that has occurred. Port Barry is dying.
>>9853Untold shits gon' gets killed.
>>9853I'm specifically aiming the most meaty of interactions for Sat afternoon (as usual)/
>>9854Did Sechs make bad trade deals?
Actually, forget it. Revisionism is for cucks.
Bring it on.
>>9857Why did being a mod matter in this case?
>>9856
I'll assume that per her character, Tracy Cage would sign under "Mrs. Sentry".
"The whole thing was a red herring. You lnow that, right?" Lenos says from deep within the forge
>>9858No, Sechs has been fine. This is something to do with the inverted funnel-cloud over the town.
I will extensively cinematic the next few 'bits'. The Game will be ffa at 5:00pst, assuming not later.
Any last requests, now is the time. I don't expect anyone will die, but it does hapen. Until then, I'm taking creative license.
>>9865Yeah, move it along gently so that I'll be able to take so.e developmental action next period and not spend 4 hours waiting in line.
>>9866Was that intentionally to piss us off?Trumpaladin going flying into town, sword out and ready
>>9866Why would you disapprove? >>9867Well, that was your fault for getting in line. All your faults really. You didn't even know what you were waiting for XD
>>9869True, true...
I'm just saying get ready to cut to the chase.
As each character appears at Port Barry, the first things that are assaulted are the senses. Gone is the neat and clean smell, replaced by the odor of ash, cinder, and smoke. The roaring of hundreds of fires can be heard from throughout the city, along with the tromping and stomping of feet from small to inhumanly huge.
The city is being razed.
The Broncos, along with the city guard has taken and are holding the quarantine area to keep the civilians safe, and is surrounded by scores and scores of malicious and observably infernal creatures. Additionally, a small contingent of the ne'er do wells are fighting back with their fists and farm tools, but the city has been largely evacuated and is in the process of being torn apart.
There are currently 3 factions operating in the port at this moment: there are a bunch more (((were-rats))), there are squads of demons operating in something resembling a formation, and squads of devils, who are in rigid and precise positions. They all stream about, looking for anyone or anything to ransack that might still be in the city, while a larger mass of all three has the quarantine area surrounded.
In addition, Thez is not wearing any of her shiny, has her sword in one hand, her broom in the other, and is splattered with blood across her body and in her hair.
She ported everyone with their respective mounts, and placed everyone along the wall of the Quarantine area (for both strategy and viewpoint).
It almost appears that all hell has been unleashed on the unsuspecting city of Port Barry.
While there have been casualties, indeed the streets are painted with blood, the overwhelming majority of the citizens are safe (for the moment) inside the Quarantine, of which the gate is under a battering from arms and magic. Also from the wall, the characters can see an eerie glow emanating from the newly constructed Football stadium.
In the distance, Trump tower appears to change direction and make its lumbering way back to the Port, at none-too-fast a pace.
All that can be heard is the screams of the citizenry, the wailing of the armies of the damned, and the roaring of fire unleashed on the whole city.
Thez immediately <whoooofs> down amidst the throng of wretched creatures surrounding the quarantine area, from which flashes of magic begin firing all around. The eerie sound of the infernals increases in volume as she spins, teleports, and flies about in a flurry/fury of activity.
From the town, a blood-curdling scream is heard as a lone child bursts open a top-floor window of a building already on fire with demons surging inside. Thez breaks from her assault and (using another type of teleport effect) zips by the window, now carrying the child safely from the building as the armies around the quarantine surge back against the already battered and weakening gate and the others in the building spill from the window in attempted pursuit of the child.
Thez lands quickly on the wall near the party, deposits the child on the wall and tells her "Go down and find someone you trust." before she turns to the party. "This,... this was never supposed to happen." she says before <whoofing> back to the gate, back into a mad frenzy of murder.