That's really nice, Jacquerel :>
The thing shouldn't even be going off because obviously you wouldn't tell your alarm crocodile to go off one hour after you go to sleep and also because it's meant to stop nakking automatically after about thirty seconds, but it doesn't show any sign of shutting up any time soon.
You should probably do something about that.
Black Temple: Deserters in the style of my adventure Consort Quest.
>Examine terrifying shrewish bride
What terrifying shrewish bride?
If there ever was a shrewish bride or a turd it would be vanished in a way that is not relevant nor explained till later.
Consort Quest in the ludicrously rushed and ratherly terrible style of my adventure Gamophobe.
(hey, someone had to do a thing, may as well have been me, I am so so so sorry)
Amazles and Glitter in the style (or at least, scribble style) of Hivetrapped.
(also god DAMN if lP posts now 0_0)
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My awesome stuff in dire need of attention under the spoiler of epicness!
> Jordan: Open the door, discover there is a giant cliff right outside.
Huh? Oh, that. Duh. Of COURSE you know about that REALLY LARGE CLIFF. You've lived here for six TREARS, which for our information means TROLL YEARS, even though one TROLL YEAR is actually equal to TWO YEARS, so it should really be TROLLY DOUBLE-YEARS but--
We know what? You don't even care anymore. In fact, you'd rather pull out and play that shameful, restful violin over there.
Drawn for this like Equiquest: 2010. I swear it looked like that once of twice.
> Equius: Inspect attire.
You put in a conscious effort to look your best wherever you go. Tied to your neck is a freshly laundered BOWTIE purchased for you by your loving father, AURTHOUR ZAHHAK. It cost him quite a pretty penny, too. You also own and wear a fine set of FANCY TWEED COATS, such as the famous scientists do. Wearing one of these babies makes you feel like Einstein. God knows you're not! Ha ha ha UGH...
A panel from Equiquest drawn in the style of Secure. Contain. Protect. Which is pretty much edited sprites and crappy lineart.
X2: Go to lunch.
You head down a somewhat boring hallway that leads to this site's lunchroom, pausing only to input your credentials at the security waypoints between sectors.
Whilst it's true that your café hasn't got any unusual science-food, the ginger beer is top-notch - especially since it doesn't go off, unlike everything else in this facility. Its other main uses are as an engine lubricant and for putting out grease fires.
You continue heading down the corridor.
Secure / Contain / Protect done in the style of The Sunshine Crew! My other adventure is linked in my signature, mm.
The ice cannot attack, as it is not sentient.
Only that which is behind the ice can attack.
This post done in one of the more soul-crushing styles of Equiquest: 2010. By the way, I'm a SERIOUS fan of The Sunshine Crew, even though I haven't read it in centuries. Proppy props to that.
EDIT: Oh man by the way, Equius is looking so cool in that suit and brown belt. I like the fact that it looks better than the original. Thanks, Todd!
> GS: Spot RC.
That must be a survivor. Look at her. She must be so snide, running around admiring that gravity-defying hair of hers. Nobody ever stops to appreciate your hair. It's got three whole strands sticking out the side! And yet, you remain...UNLOVED.
On a side note, hey, you can make her join the crew!
This is MAGNUM HEAD in the style of my only running adventure Dungeons of Sunnydale!
After wandering the town at a leisurely pace, you find the Blacksmith standing just outside his workshop. The Blacksmith is rather intimidating in appearance, with an impressive beard and stocky, work-polished muscles. His heavy-duty leather apron has seen better days, and is covered in unidentifiable stains. Is that blood? Probably not, right?
He is carrying a fearsome looking hammer. Your eyes seem to be drawn to it as you approach the man mountain cautiously.
Despite appearances, the Blacksmith greets you with a cheery "Hello there! Welcome to my shop." His voice is deep and gravelly, but tinged with humour. It seems that the long experience he has with tending the shop have given him a pleasant demeanor to potential customers.
You feel suitably relieved. You hardly glance at the big hammer at all! Feeling emboldened, you utter your simple request:
"Arrows please. All of them."
(Super Action Adventure RPG done in the style of my newer text-venture: Careless Traveller)
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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.
The only surefire cure for mad science... further mad science!
I know that Captain Zap is actually a flesh and blood being rather than literally a shiny white hearst but I find it hard to imagine him as anything else
I'd like to make a reservation.
> MC: Fix the clock
Cut it out.
I'm warning you! You better stop that!
Okay... I tried being rational...
But if you don't stop that RIGHT NOW... I swear I'm going to FLIP OUT...
I can't stand it any more!
THIS ENDS HERE!
It's not beeping any more.
Black Temple in the style of Ripe for Conquest. This was a bit rushed and deviates a little bit from my usual style (didn't have time nor motivation to sprite the whole room).
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Hey. Psst. Click this spoiler. That would be super good of you to do.
Out here you can be anyone!
Some adventurer from the stories your uncles told!
Like the great pathfinder Alexander Hamilton. Or the Guardian of the Shadow Marquee Aaron Burr!
Your mother often worries when you sneak away into the woods...
But it's not like anything DANGEROUS is out here...
Deep Rise in the style of in-dream Icthiocute.
Your musing is cut short when the Foreman scuttles over to you and demands your attention, his voice crackling from a metal box stuck to his carapace.
He looks rather annoyed, but his species usually do.
Black Temple Done in my style
This is not my home. A thick and eerie forest waits in the depths in its place. Alas, this is the valley I knew, I can tell from the shapes of the mountain, and what may be the remains of the nearest village.
As the sun slowly sets, eldritch lights start taking shape within the dense foliage.
The air feels colder.
Lost in the Sky in style of A STORY
DRagon is present within forest continuum.
Dragon will not cooperate with hound for romantic systems. HoUND is potential sustenance.
DraGON will not aid in such things.
Parties involved appear compatable regardless of DRAGON's interVENtion.
Waffing takes place.
>Cease this frightening act at once!!!!!!!!!!
oh the fuck no
oh sweet dear oh no, OH NO!
hehe, that one has a little hat.
Jacquerels from the Black Temple of Doom have arrived in a spaceship to TAKE OVER THE GROUND!!!!!!!!
Sandiana Jones and the thing from Robocop must stop them! Onwards, brave warriors! For honor! And for Beauty! For the ground!!!!!!
Sandianer activates a deadly Sandstorm!
Robocop equips the Metal Coat and evolves into a red bug with eyes.
Black Temple in my flavor of Trol Seasson. I'd say that this is Trol Seasson Canon, but that probably goes without saying at this point. I'm kind of new to this thread, but I like it. For one thing, I think it might have more Black Temple than Black Temple does ;y
[not a reserve]
I am in awe, I don't think words can accurately convey my gratitude
You can't see me, but I'm striking a big ol' sloppy bow.