I love it so much! Well done!
I love it so much! Well done!
Along with my space-setting forum adventure, I have many PROJECTS and CONTESTS, as viewed below. I like to think of myself as an ideas man, and an inspirator of others.
RESERVATION HAS BEEN CLAIMED.
PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL ONE MORE TIME.
Edit: The four or hours it took for me to post this were NOT mostly spent making this.
ENJOY A SCENE FROM DREAMSWAPPED, WHERE I DREW THE CHARACTER IN A HIGHLY SELF INDULGENT GOOFY OUTFIT™.
(I hate making posters)
You are a pearagon of society and I'm fairly sure I owe you a pound of flesh as payment.
(I'm never making that pun again)
Dreamswapped: Currently 0 dreams, 0 swaps, 1 hell of a misnomer
Godtear: The gods may weep (fledgeling text adventure(indefinite hiatus)
your chumhandle is audaciouslyComplex and as your name would suggest you know to many words for your own good.
Pirates vs. Ninjas RPG: The Forum Adventure in the style of Tales From The Undercity.
RESERVING this spot for a post within the next 6 hours of Tales of the Undercity in my Text-based style.
Edit: Ok, here goes nothing. Or, rather, here goes everything. It's time for one of the Tales of the Undercity updates as done in the style that I use for SPERB: PersonaStuck.
You are now Doctor Fenton. As you walk up onto the deck in silence, Ariadna follows suit. You look around, but De Groot, the Captain of this ship, is nowhere to be found.
Ariadna: He's probably gone down to give orders to the engine crews.
You look out from the right-hand side of the ship, trying to find the orb Ariadna was on about.
Fenton: Hmm. There's some unusual weather patterns, but apart from that, I don't see anything remarkable
Ariadna: Port is on the left, not the right.
You had almost forgot that the left-hand side of the ship was the port-hand side for a minute there, but now you remember after Ariadna reminded you. You then looks over from the left-hand side of the ship, and spot the orb of water which is floating in the air.
Fenton: OH. Yes, I think I see the problem. That's a giant glowing ball of water there.
There was a pause as Aridna took another bite of her sandwitch.
Fenton: I don't really know what that means.
Ariadna: Neither do I.
Fenton: I mean, well... I do have some ideas, but... Well, this should be underwater. That was how I found it, after all.
Ariadna: Wait, could you tell me why you are here again?
You don't want to explain all of it to her, but thankfully Ariadna only wants the short version. So you explain to her that you believe it may be part of a translocation network. To understand them, one must first know about the City's canal system, including where it originates: the Department of Water, Desalinization and Fish. Ariadna asks about what a translocation network is, but you tell her that you are getting to that part. You then tell her of the Occluded Pane, an engraved window which saltwater and fish continually pour through at hundreds of tons an hour which was found in the trove of the dragon Selmurande. You also explain that it was activated by accident, and ever since then, no-one has ever managed to turn it off, although everyone who works at the Department believe that the water and fish is being made out of thin air. You, on the other hand, don't believe this, due to the principle of conservation of mass, so you desided that it's possible that the water is coming from somewhere, and after just over a year of study, you narrowed the area down to the area which the ship is now in.
Ariadna: And then you went and hired us to come and look for this... what, window?
Fenton: A kind of portal, yes. I was charting the unusual disturbances in the currents which might indicate displacement below the surface. I wasn't expecting... something like this.
You indicate the orb by waving your hand in its direction.
Ariadna: And why do you think it's doing this?
Fenton: Well, there are two possibilities. Either it does this all the time, and therefore no-one has noticed it beforehand, or it may be reacting to us searching for it.
Ariadna:I don't really like the sound of that...
Fenton: Well, see if you can get those cannons ready, could you?
(Update used for this: Chapter 1, Update 3)
SPERB: Personastuck done in the style of Landlost, my text adventure. One of the more meta scenes, so it should go well. All dialogue is unedited.
You find yourself standing in the middle of what appears to be a rollercoaster car, albeit a stationary one, and one far bigger than you've ever seen. Big enough to house a whole party of people. You peer over the side and see that the tracks seem to go on forever into the darkness. Are you in space or something? Because being stranded alone forever in space definitely wasn't on your list of priorities today.Originally Posted by Some guy
You hear a slight shuffling sound, and turn around to see two people sitting on the other side of the car, a round table with one man sitting off to the right of the centre, and a small lady you can't quite make out to the left of the centre. You don't recognise either of them, until the man to the right starts talking. He's wearing a mask, with no eyes, a large, hooked nose, and two absolutely enormous lips. It's kind of off-putting.
"Welcome, Krista, to the Velvet Room. I must say, it's been far too long since I last had a visitor. My name is Ig..."
He stops for a second, before pulling off the mask he's wearing and casually throwing it away.
"Nah, I'm not going to pull that charade on you. I am Andrew Hussie, and I am your Maker.
Dramatic emphasis on that last word. That's probably important. And with the mask off, you get a good look at him. He's got a normal nose and hair at least, but what's off putting is the fact that his eyes are completely white, and he's got no mouth. You're not sure what puts you off more, the huge lips or the lack of them. Well, there's the fact that his skin is orange for some reason. You're not quite sure what's up with that.
"Well, I'm not the person who made you, some Thief of Space did that instead, and delegated me to the role of your guide. Although he has his reasons.
You suddenly understand jack shit. He keeps going.
"Anyway, I have to warn you, your life will change when you Enter.
More dramatic emphasis. What's Entering supposed to be again? He continues without explaining.
"However, my lips are sealed on how and why."
You don't have lips why don't you have lips
"Anyway, the nice young lady you see next to me is dear Ms. Paint."
His tone is a bit more affectionate, and he gestures towards the woman next to him, who smiles and waves, letting you get a better look at her. She's wearing a pink hood and a brightly coloured dress, and you can't help but notice the fact that instead of skin, she seems to have a hard white shell and black eyes for some reason. She decides to greet you.
"I am so glad to see you here Krista. I'll be helping my dear old Hussie out here."
The Hussie guy starts talking again.
"You flatter me, Ms. Paint. Anyway, I wish you all the best of luck tonight. You'll be needing it."
"As for the other people you will meet, I may have killed them off in another timeline, but the Thief of Space told them to leave them be.
He sounds very proud about the first part, and very disappointed at the second part. This does not bode well for you.
"We'll see you once you've Ascended...
The dream begins to fade away into darkness.
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Your chumhandle is tracedSparks and you have no idea why you even have a chumhandle, as you have no chums who use Pesterchum.
You also have a text adventure that is always open to commands, LandLost.
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Not to mention that you don't like text replies, yet you did one.
I say you shall skip this turn, and it is Spark's turn to be fanarted again.
No, I am sorry, this is Very Rude.
First of all, it is very rude for you to just post Right After someone else posted for you.
It is arguably even worse that you did it after someone followed you with a text command than if you did it after an art and then again!
Second of all, you are being a hypocrite. You dismiss Sparks' update because you wanted Artwork, but all you have been doing is posting text replies yourself!
What makes Sparks' text replies less important than yours? Is it that you had the bright idea of going into the Fan-art thread and saying
Fourth of all, that's the deal here. People just won't do what you want them to. I don't know you, or your life, or your upbringing, but I doubt that you are going to garner fan-art with the words that you have said. I realize that this is probably the first time that you've been in a community like this or something, but this attitude will not get you fan-art. It is unlikely that any request for fan-art is going to do much more than make you look sort of like a tool.
As SleepingOrange said, please don't be That Guy. I don't want you to be That Guy Who Just Asks For Fanart. I don't want anyone to be That Guy. But if you are going to come here and post all about how you want Artwork, I just don't think that you are going to be taken seriously at all.
In my humble opinion you need to look at what you are saying and how people are re-acting, and you need to adjust accordingly.
Without further ado SPERB in the style of Catche All Text Adventure.
"Why h-hello Doctor Scratch, w-what brings you here today?"
"Well my darling, I just wanted to get one good look at you before the festivities start."
Krista's mind is shaking a little, as the dots in her mind try and fail to connect.
"You see, in my line of business, we need to know every single thing that there is to know. However, sometimes I can't get a very good look."
"Could you explain that in clear Terran? Please?"
Krista felt the image of a smile placed into her eyes as her Principal replied.
"I can see the future, the past, and the present. But there are conditions to some, and conditions to others. Today, someone will travel through time, and I know just when Time will pick up on it."
"Wh.. why are you telling me this?"
Because Krista, today. You are going to play a game. Not a normal game, nor one that you may find fun, but one that you will have to play, for the fate of the world.
Krista feels a smug smirk creep up her bones. She is desperately trying to make sense of this, but all she can do is muster out a single syllable.
"Because you were chosen. Chosen by someone more powerful than I, someone who's true form neither of us could comprehend. In fact, I think that you've already met them. Haa..."
Krista is silent.
"But enough about that. Let us walk. After all, you have a big day ahead of you."
\Catch: You can't run, you can't hide. He will find you, he will catch you. You have a destiny to play out.
BONUS WITH APOLOGIES
LandLost in the style of MSPAFA GAMESHOW MSPA
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??: Wait a minute I'm standing in fron- OH FUA
??: AsdjkfakafNEED TO GET OUT
Didn't you see the post ProfessorLizzard posted? It meant that my post (Which I recently deleted) was nulled and voided, and therefore Sparks was still the latest official post.
But I do understand where you are coming from. At that point in time, I was being too (whatever word you want to put here) with that post.
Edit: Derp, you did. Sorry about that.
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You look and find a man sitting upon a seat. He is poised and waiting for something though you do not know what exactly.
You do not have long to ponder either as a voice calls out to him, stirring him from his reverie.
"Sir! The guests are arriving"
At once the man's whole demeanor shifts, stirring awake as one would from a dream. He speaks: Not anything long nor
drawn out; only two uttered words that fill you simultaneously with excited anticipation, and the coldest of dread.
Let's give this topic a bump.
I'd take a turn now, but I don't follow any of Dal's adventures and I'm not sure any of my styles are compatible.
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Do the adventures have to be on the MSPAforums as long as they're MSPA format?
Like this one?
Really? Nothing for this long? Let's fix this.
Witch as No More Eros with a bit of Pirates vs. Ninjas thrown in.
You are a witch. Or at least, you're going to be. You are standing outside of a cottage belonging to your new teacher. The landscape around you is green and verdant, grassy, rolling hills with mountains looming far far away, purple in the rising sun. The clouds spin over the rippling grasses as the wind toussels the soft blades of grass and the fluffy wool of sheep. It would be picturesque, were it not for the far-away cursing of a shepherd.
Slightly to the east and rimward is a dark forest, large trees rising from the horizon. The leaves rattle, a susurration that can be heard even over here. Really, trees are rather dreadful at being quiet and ominous.
You're supposed to knock, but the door is open... What do you do?