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>BB: Doze off.
You can't doze off now! You're on guard duty. Who knows what marauders might marauder their way over here and take all your hard-earned loots?
Granted, it's pointless loot, gained only from various fetch, crafting, and message quests. And you only gained anything worthwhile from the last one due to having Lena in your party.
That, and you didn't think it was worth it to do the inane slaughter quests.
Really? "Hey there, friend-o! I want you to retrieve for me twenty bear asses!" NO THANKS, ASSHOLE.
In any case, you can't sleep. You took first shift. Dreaming of golden and darkened moons will come later.
OMGIFELLASLEEPFORTWOSECONDS. Can't have that. Need to stay awake.
Ok, maybe just a little.
Jason Orville woke up Bernard Bartlett and Lena Travencal at 3:19 AM, 3/20
JO: Get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off
JO: Get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off get it off
BB: OHSWEETCOMMOTIONSOFTHEMOTION What was that?!
JO: It was a dream, it was a dream, it was a dream.
JO: Lena! Get up! Don't go to sleep!
LT: Oh my fucking... What was that?! I've seen enough adult anime to know what was coming next.
BB: Interesting, but ignoring that for now. What happened?
LT: Scary things. I don't want to talk about it.
LT: And it doesn't look like Jason physically can right now.
JO: It'll be alright, it'll be alright.
BB: Dammit. I'll try looking this up. See what I get.
BB: I know you don't want to, but you may need to do something to rouse him from his err, nervous breakdown.
LT: You didn't see what's going to happen in the next fifteen seconds.
BB: Do it. I'm focused on the UI atm. And temporarily deaf to my surroundings, no matter what my instincts tell me.
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03-02-2012, 04:33 PM #26Page of Mind
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03-03-2012, 12:19 AM #27The Enigma
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>>BB, Look around. I seem to have missed a trip to...well somewhere? Camping? Flarping? What is going on?
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03-03-2012, 11:39 AM #28Suavebot 3000
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Quite right, reminiscing on what previously occurred seems like a good idea.
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>BB: Look up what could've put fear into Jason, of all people. while complaining like a sitcom of sorts.
It was supposed to be simple. Go out FLARPing, but ease into it by doing errand quests for some of the guilds and such.
Then go camping, since you thought it'd be fun.
The screaming about various dark entities you did not anticipate. Puts a damper on your day. Er, night. Wait no, day. Whatever.
This is... disturbing?
>BB: Act as Mr. Exposition and tell them what's going on.
Bernard Bartlett informed Lena Travencal at 3:26AM, 3/20
BB: Alright, how's Jason holding up?
Jason Orville joined the exposition time at 3:26AM, 3/20
JO: I can speak for myself. I'll be fine. As long as I never go back to sleep.
LT: Alright, so what'd you find?
BB: Contradictions. Supposedly when we go to sleep, we have dreamselves or some such thing.
BB: That I can believe.
BB: What I can't believe is that they're supposed to be on Prospit and Derse.
LT: You mean Prospit station? I could believe that.
JO: Uh, I don't either. If you studied something other than mythology, you'd know Prospit was glassed clean with shaving cream before they started building.
JO: There's literally nothing there except the factories and FLARP battlefields.
JO: Also, if you'd read your news more often; of course I have to be the sophisticated one.
JO: Derse is a fortress against Horrorterrors. I could believe I was ripped to shreds by rampaging monsters.
LT: Great.... So we have to go through that every night?
BB: Did you happen to be wearing anything different?
LT: Yeah. We saw each other, along with actually, plenty of other people and trolls.
LT: We were all wearing what we wore when we went to sleep.
BB: Fuck. No yellow or purple clothing?
BB: If those colors aren't there, it means that most likely, your dreamself is dead.
JO: I've been going through some sites.
JO: Everyone that's slept that's in the game has experienced the same thing.
BB: Crap. I need to sleep.
LT: No way. Not happening.
BB: I'm gonna sleep anyway eventually. Besides, I'm not gonna lie, I'm kinda curious.
JO: Dude, remember when I sent you that link of those girls with a bucket?
JO: Same concept.
>BB: Snark something at Jason for bringing up that horrible experience again.
You can't reprimand Jason, because you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow!
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BB: Dream, sate your curiosity. You aren't a cat, you can handle this.
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>BB: Sate curiosity.
You expect to see some horrible, slimy, creature, like one of those lusus whatsits that Velias talked about with Lena.
You don't.
For reasons that are obviously unobvious, the only thing he saw was a small, rocky cliff overlooking a large, wintry village.
A woman immediately caught his eye. No, not a woman. A girl. Probably even younger than he is. She had on white camouflage gear, complete with a gas mask and helmet. In fact, he had no reason to assume the person was a girl. She was looking at the village, sizing it up. A massive rifle adorned with all sorts of technological doodads lay in her hands.
She gazed at the road leading into the village. Suddenly, there was fire. Similarly clothed figures in the distance had flamethrowers and were torching various houses. However, there were no screams, no panicked voices. The people did not react as he would've expected. Instead, they began firing. A third figure behind the men with flamers calmly fired back. The sniper took cover behind their car, but the first two slowly advanced, silent flames gushing before them.
Affirmative. Hammer has roused the town. Scalpel, status?
Roger that. We've yet to locate Lumeros, but we're currently scaling the building he's supposed to be in.
Scalpel, I see you. You're clear. Continue climbing.
Hammer, this is Eye. I see cultists. Opening fire, but be warned. They're coming in your direction.
The girl then stared down her rifle, and flipped at least a dozen different switches, buttons, and who knows what else on her interface. She shot down glowing shadows in the distance. They were dressed either in bulky, grey armor, or ornate, orange robes. There were various humming and charging noises, followed by a low hiss as she fired what can only be described as what would occur if a supernovae was compressed into a thread. Indeed, he saw small red splashes where the cultists' heads were.
>BB: Wake up.
You cannot wake up right now. You're kinda sleeping.
Bartlett is sleeping, Orville is texting, and Travencal is chatting with Velias.
Wait for Bernie to awaken, or check up on one of the trolls?
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Trolls it is. Maybe one of the horned bastards can assist in shading some light on our nightmare problems.
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03-03-2012, 10:55 PM #33The Enigma
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Go to the trolls. It's a time for action, not napping.
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>Be one of the trolls.
You are now a troll.
You're having an identity crisis. You can't remember your own name. Even though you can remember everything else and every other name you've had.
Your Pesterchum handle is AetherboundTempest. mythological role being storm!breath.
You are the leader of the 7th Legion, the biggest troll-human FLARP guild on Skaia. You are the GO-BETWEEN for the numerous and deadly troll guilds and the far smaller, but finely tuned human guilds, as both Velias Narfos and Lena Travencal, both highly TRUSTED among their own species and somewhat so with the other, are in your guild.
As a result, you enjoy a PRESTIGIOUS position, as your actions have far-reaching INFLUENCE.
In addition, your heritage and exploits have made you a LEGEND. You culled the entire Melchian Sea of all life, slaying a THOUSAND beasts that towered over you and your faithful army, saving hundreds of trolls. Granted, you then had them enslaved before the rogue Gamblignant fleet came along and mucked things up, but that's another one. You went lance to sword against the MARQUISE, dreaded lady of the cosmos. Your armor still carries the blood of the royal insurgent, when you impaled the FAIR (probably NOT VIRGINAL) lady. She's probably been speared before by plenty of other royals before, you quipped to yourself after the battle. Velias tried to tell you she was named after someone else in mythology, but you ignored that. Names don't mean much when not alive.
Today, you are more of an ADMINISTRATOR than a fighter to those not in your circle. Most see you as a manager of several FLARP farms, ensuring the various monsters are of the highest quality, and that loot is fairly distributed and/or taken for storage in the guild bank. However, those that know you on a PERSONAL level know what you truly do. You are also an INSURRECTIONIST, as you have recently thrown in your lot with the cALLER. You believe in his ideals, and have currently given him refuge and offered your personal service to his requests. He has only requested that he be escorted to one of the lowblood-- no, BROWNBLOOD sectors of Skaia, where he will summon assistance. You wondered if it would be to summon an army of ANIMALS, like his somewhat-namesake the Summoner did (or Velias says, as usual), or something else entirely.
You have a few dependable friends. Velias is also currently your MATESPRIT, and your emissary. You don't know what you'd do without her. Cirona, before she mysteriously disappeared yesterday, was your right hand. If you are the leader and Velias is a herald, Cirona is the dragon. She always went for the LETHAL kill unless she had a good reason not to, and she was good. Not just good. She is the slaying MASTER, simply the BEST there is. Continuing the metaphor, Tripis. Tripis would be the... sadly, the overworked guy at the bottom. Well, not at the bottom. He's CERULEAN, far from the bottom. He crunches the numbers and such. On your rare public appearances, he is always with you, providing tactical support. Outside of work, you and he actually SHARE a room, though it's mostly where he keeps his stuff. He usually sleeps in the terminal room, or in some RANDOM girl's room.
Which is good, since you keep a lot of books and a workbench in the room. You love crafting anything, even stuff that doesn't exist to crush, burn, maim, decapitate, or terminate. Like a recent figurine of a dragon you made as a sign of your APPROVAL, to be given to whoever wins the 1v1 bracket of the TOURNAMENT on 4/17. Of course, you yourself will be there in the tournament. You don't actually INTEND to give it to anyone, since you like keeping it on your necklace. But that's the story you're sticking with if someone asks about why such someone of your BLOOD is working with their hands for such a CRUDE task.
However, none of that matters. Why? Like you said, you can't remember your own NAME. You can remember names like the BUTCHER of Cideo, or most recently, the Thundercaller/MacGrath, depending on who you ask. You'd have to flag down a human sometime and ask who MacGrath was, learn of his exploits, then exceed them.
But no. Why? Again. What dumbass forgets their own NAME?
What is this idiot's name?
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Aiolos Virken
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03-04-2012, 05:41 AM #36Suavebot 3000
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Go with that, it's a good name.
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Aiolos Virken, prepare to die!
What the fuck?!
>AV: Spear the lowblooded bastard.
Dammit, the term is rustblood! Use the right vernacular!
If it were a troll. No, it's some robotic sentinel.
>AV: Spear the robotic sentinel
Dammit, the sentinel's a great distance away. You don't have the firepower take on the vanguards at this distance.
But you don't have to, of course. Sudden bursts of fire get rid of that problem for you.
You realize you were leading a group through one of your FLARP raids. This one was designed by a human, but it was a very challenging raid nonetheless.
The raid was literally them against the world. After leading a revolution (the human was working on that raid as well), the other groups (nations, but the concept of such a thing makes no sense) sensed the advantage and pounced on your recently occupied nation. You liked this one for the numbers aspect; it was the only one that allowed 75 members, and indeed, you actually had to contact some of your other royal acquaintances for additional manpower. They would be split into several teams, each working on an objective, such as retaking a port, slaughtering an oncoming army, etc. It would soon culminate into an expedition into a randomly selected place, where you faced the final boss, a god-like being with power over disease and the minds of both gods and trolls.
In other words, it would be on your top 5 list of preferred raids.
7th Legion Avernian Stand Officer RaidLog
G2L: AIOLOS, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.
COM: G3t off my c4s3, bro. I got d1str4ct3d for 4 mom3nt.
G1M: You Forgot Your Name, Didn't You.
COM: Uh, noooo. Obv1ously not. Wh4t do 1 look l1k3, 4 fool?
G2L: WELL.
COM: Well. Durr durr durr.
COM: Tr1p1s, k1ndly go sp34r yours3lf.
G2L: LIKE YOU ALMOST DID? LOLOLOL.
G1M: Aiolos, When We Get Home, I'm Going To Inscribe Your Name On Top Of Your UI So You Don't Forget It. This Is Kind Of Ridiculous. And It's Kind Of Bad For Morale.
G1M: In Any Case, How're The Objectives Coming Along?
COM: W3ll, 4s Tr1p1s c4n 4tt3st to, w3'v3 3ncount3r3d th3 v4ngu4rds. F1r3 st1ill works 4g41nst them.
G2L: AS SEEN WHEN I SAVED HIS SORRY HIDE.
G1M: The Siege Is Going Well. Avernus Has Yet To Be Breached By Invaders.
G2L: THE SIEGE WOULD BE OVER BY NOW IF CIRONA WERE HERE. WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE.
COM: 1'm look1ng 1nto th4t 4tm. Sh3'll turn up 3v3ntu1lly. 1 hope.
Each of the them has a job to do. Who would you like to observe?
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The siege. Don't let them set a foot in your city!
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>Be Velias Narfos
You are now the Group 1 Medic.
>VN: Defend the city!
But of course. There are scores of both NPC and player defenders on the defenses. Our logic goes something as follows;
Suppressing fire ---> Inability to advance ---> City remains safe
However, since our chief saboteur Cirona isn't with us, some artillery fire hit the northern bunkers. Tactically, the closest enemy base to that location is Port Versailles, which is currently being contested by one of Aiolos' royalty friends. Hope all that pomp and circumstance doesn't hinder their ability to distance people from their heads.
Healing them generally consists of putting a bandage on the nearest improperly opened orifice and telling them to suck it up.
I've been working with my powers. I've found insanity!rage to work as an anesthetic; the pure anger blocks out the pain, allowing me to cut into them to take out whatever shrapnel embedded itself in their bodies.
Also, I used it to turn one of the infiltration parties on itself; I only turned one guy, but that one guy killed the other four, then jumped off a cliff. Nice and clean.
You know what, this is pretty boring. I'm just healing and making sure ammo gets where it needs to. Move onto someone else.
>Be Cirona Keates.
You can't be Cirona Keates! Even Cirona doesn't want to be Cirona right now! Quickly, switch to someone else!
>Switch back to VN.
So you're stuck with me. Alright, fine. Guess I can help fill the time it takes till the asshole creator decides to switch to someone else.
Alright, so let me inform you of something.
I'm also in on the tournament. Lena and I will be negotiating the various formalities. We'll be the auspistices for the trolls and humans. Or whatever the equivalent is for people without ashen quadrants.
We've also done this raid three times in the last month. I believe it's called by humans a MacGuffin? Plot Coupon? I'm not sure.
Regardless, there is this shard, which is a very rare drop. We currently have 3 shards. There are 7 other factions, who also each have a few shards.
Let me guess. You think we went to war. We wasted lives over small fragments of who knows what. No. We all knew that if we did go to war, it'd mark the end of an era. I don't know about you, but I like being in the position I am, meeting all the people I do. Reprimanding people like Jason for sexual harassment is a perk.
Then this convenient tournament comes up. Every FLARP guild worth a damn will be there. 5 shards are needed to create whatever it forms. You getting it yet?
Hey author avatar asshole! Can you switch yet?
>No.
Well fuck you!
>Finish your riveting little ditty about the shards. Then I'll switch.
So anyway, we all found a mutual way to resolve the shards. All 8 of us are putting up one shard each as a prize. Winner takes all.
I'm painfully aware how convenient this is, and I can't help but feel like I'm playing right into someone's hands. Like some unseen hands are manipulating events for something.
>Girl, the only unseen hand you gonna not see is my authorly hand telling you to kindly shut your trap.
Switch to someone else before she ruins everything. PLEASE.
Tripis is leading an artillery team across the Alp mountains, trying to clear the enemy defenses before Aiolos' army gets there, while simultaneously delivering chapel-sized boxes of FUCK YOU with complementary bottles of EAT SHAVING CREAM.
Aiolos is taking a small detour to attack a rare spawn boss that appeared, which will mainly involve much stabbing with spears, lances, and daggers.
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Go to Aiolos. Let's give him a chance to do something awesome to make up for forgetting his name.
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Bacojni, Prime Dreadnought
After the catastrophic failure of the Talematrans after the first Avernus-Talematros war, a new dreadnought model was commissioned by Knight Commander Merrick. The intent was to create an armored vehicle that could utilize blink technology while packing enough defenses and firepower to allow them to operate independently from fire support. The result was a killing machine, which allowed the Talematrans to pave their way to mastery of all lands east of the Ehrin Tributary with the blood of their enemies. When a chance for revenge came when Avernus fell into revolt, Baconji, the prototype for all models and the most decorated Dreadnought, was brought to bear to avenge the fallen of Talematros.
Bacojni
Read the damn manual. This'll be new to a few of you.
>AV: Choose most prudent tactical option.
The most prudent tactical option would be to skip this highly lethal and dangerous optional boss.
>AV: Choose second-most prudent tactical option.
Kite the dreadnought while slowly wearing it down with ranged weaponry.
>AV: Deploy cannonkind specibus.
You bring out your Saboteur Cannon. Yes, the situation demands armor reductive weaponry.
>AV: Fire and pray for lots of crits.
25xhit combo! 4 criticals, 14 penetrating hits, 3 glancing hits, 4 dodges.
>Bacojni: Retaliate.
Directive understood. Firing napalm barrage.
>AV: SCAMPER.
You scamper like a champ. Everyone avoids the rounds, since well, they're not n00bs.
>AV: Deploy riflekind, start kiting.
You and your retinue switch to rifles with AA rounds, and promptly start getting his attention.
>Bacojni: Direct attention on that troll with the rifle, that happens to be mocking you.
My mother was a beautiful and intelligent GPS AI. How dare you.
>AV: Realize he's used Onslaught and that you are 3 seconds away from death.
You dodge, duck, dip, dive, and... dodge again. It keeps trying to slash at you with metal blades, but you've seen it all. Nothing new.
>Bacojni: Buy reprieve
Damage exceeds acceptable values, damage must be stemmed. Activating shrapnel storm.
>AV: Call off second volley
But you can't! All you can do is run and duck behind a nearby stone, and hope the others had the sense to do so.
>Bacojni: Acquire target
Maimed target acquired.
>Decorated yet nameless raider: Die
Right, cause dead trolls can think.
>Bacojni: Continue killstreak.
2nd target decapitated.
3rd target incapacitated.
4th target split in two.
>AV: Rage.
YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. I SAID TO DUCK.
>Be Cirona
FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT HERE.
>AV: Do something incredibly stupid.
You charge at it, lance in hand. You dip and weave like a human butterfly-bee, dodging every strike the mecha sends at you, while returning more than a few of your own.
>Bacojni: Onslaught
This target must die.
>AV: Run like hell.
EVERYBODY OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY. YOU GOT A RAID FULL OF DEAD PEOPLE, A HEAD FULL OF FEAR, AND A LANCE FULL OF PROBABLY FREUDIAN CONCERNS ABOUT YOUR IMPOTENCY.
>Random thought somewhere in space-time
You know, I bet there's this guy running away from something bigger than him, and I bet he has a spear with him, since he needs one that isn't hilariously embarrassing.
>Tripis: Attempt disgusting deus ex machina.
AND AS I WALK THROUGH DA VALLEY OF DA SHADOW OF DEATH, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL, FOR I AM DA BADDEST MUTHAFUCKA IN DA WHOLE DAMN VALLEY.
AND SHIT, LET'S BE SANTA WHILE WE'RE AT IT. DERE YOU GO, LITTLE KID. A CHAPEL-SIZED MASS OF FUCK YOU.
>Tripis: Panic that Bacojni is only at 78% hp, and you could've timed it better.
Well, fuck. There goes that idea.
Bacojni: Assess targets, prioritize defenseless targets.
New adversaries possess artillery. Close-range combat potential almost nil. Blinking.
>Tripis: Dude roll.
Can't abscond, bro! Not with that kind of heavy shaving cream gear on.
>AV: Wonder why your bro gets his full first name instead of initials, then save him.
Cause I say so, and you throw your lance.
>Bacojni: Be momentarily stunned.
This target thinks that throwing melee weapons actually works. Ha ha. Ha ha. Ha ha.
>Be Cirona.
Dammit man, go get your blatant sign of overcompensation, then go finish this boss before he kills anyone else.
>Bacojni: Report in two minutes later.
8th target de-spined.
9th target impaled with said spine.
>Aiolos: Rejoice in being called by your first name, then continue hacking away at last 5%.
Get him already! He's weakened!
Artillery team, retreat! Front line's being decimated!
Just a bit more!
Reloading!
Found pillz here!
One percent!
Volley!
>A&T: Sigh of relief.
2x RELIEFSIGH COMBO.
>Nine casualties: Remain casualties.
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>Tripis: Berate Aiolos.
Tripis Mavler argued with Aiolos Virken at 2:25PM, 3/20
TM: Alright. What the fuck was that.
AV: It's been smoother, but least we got it.
TM: Oh God I just want to smack the absolute shit out of you right now.
AV: I'm sorry, I don't recall being your kismesis. Why are you flipping out again?
TM: Right, where do I begin? Ok, let's start with the obvious.
TM: Oh, right. There are currently nine less raiders with us.
AV: There's always dead raiders. It's nature's way of culling the weak.
TM: NO, IT'S NOT. It's your way of doing whatever the fuck you want without considering the consequences.
AV: Hey, no one objected! No one raised their hand and said, "Hey, maybe this is a bad idea."
TM: Right, of course they would. Of course they would object to what a royal commands.
TM: You have no idea just how much influence you have, do you?
TM: These guys fucking idolize you. And here you are, wasting lives like they were mutant divisions on Derse.
AV: And next time we do it, the ones left alive will know what to do. So get off my case, asshole.
TM: Son of a.... this is exactly why I'm not your kismesis.
TM: You're a hypocrite, you know that?
AV: Oh, that's a new one! Tell me, how am I a hypocrite? What have I done wrong?
Tripis Mavler began whispering to Aiolos Virken at 2:29PM, 3/20
TM: The Caller. You claim you want his ideals, when in fact, all you do is waste lives.
AV: That's not me being a hypocrite! That's just you being misinformed.
AV: He doesn't want the culling to stop. No one wants the weak to not be culled.
AV: He just doesn't want it to be pre-determined and biased based on color.
TM: You have gotta be fucking kidding me right now.
TM: Then how about you actually cull the weak like you said?
TM: I don't see anyone lower than one rare yellowblood, then it's all teals and ceruleans.
TM: If you'd actually bring in the rustbloods like I keep saying, we'd have plenty of cannon fodder to waste.
TM: But noo, we're too good for cannon fodder. So valuable bluebloods keep dying in their place.
TM: And that's just wrong. Just...
TM: Get the fuck away from me.
Obviously, if they were kismesis, then their genes would end up creating some robot bear-god-lasershark omnipotent being.
Continue with the raid? They're still professionals; they'll continue.
Then again, Bernie should be up and kicking again.
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Let's go back to BB. Aiolos's attempt at redeeming himself for his earlier mistake has tragically failed at the death of nine trolls. He has lost my favor! Tripis, you have taken his place!
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03-06-2012, 11:30 AM #44Suavebot 3000
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Bernie! Away from the troll scum!
(if I don't post for a few days, it's computer problems. I'll be back).
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03-06-2012, 02:56 PM #45Page of Mind
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(Noted. And I thank both of you for staying with me thus far.)
>Be BB.
You are now Bernie Bartlett.
>BB: Tell LT of dream. Seems JO is texting someone.
Lena Travencal inquired about Bernard Bartlett's dreams at 12:08PM, 3/20
LT: 'Kay, you were out for a while. Either you didn't see the same thing as us, or your boat floats a variety of ways.
BB: Wait, what?
BB: Oh. OH. Dammit.
LT: That wasn't a denial.
BB: Ignoring that, moving on.
LT: So?
BB: MOVING ON.
BB: Anyway, it wasn't anything like you described.
BB: It was this hill. And there was this sniper. Younger than both of us.
LT: What was he doing?
BB: She. She was talking with others, like some covert mission.
BB: They called her eye. There was a group climbing a building, and she called them scalpel.
BB: And a group with flamers that drew out the town. She called them hammer.
BB: And someone named Lumeros.
LT: Sounds familiar. Do you know anyone by that name?
BB: I've heard it before, but I can't place my finger on it.
Jason Orville joined the conversation at 12:11PM, 3/20.
JO: Lumeros? Ain't that the boss guy at what was it, Avernian Stand?
BB: Whoa, wait.
LT: Velias is doing that right now, actually. I'll text her.
BB: Wait, Lena. Don't call her.
LT: Why?
BB: No matter how you phrase it, she'll ask why you asked, then you'll either give a fake reason that makes her suspicious, or you'll tell her about my dream.
JO: What dream?
LT: Turns out Bernie doesn't dream like the rest of us. He gets to dream of covert operations and younger girls.
JO: What now?
BB: Shut it, Jason. Anyway, yeah, it's coming back to me. It's coming back to me. Lumeros, Page of Time.
LT: Wait, what? Ok, I'm gonna be right back. I gotta check my mythology for such a name. I knew I'd heard it somewhere.
JO: Damn man. They're not traumatic, are they?
BB: No, thankfully.
JO: Good. At least one of us is getting sleep.
JO: Uh, so about the girl.
BB: Her face was behind a gas mask. It might've been a really thin guy for all I know.
JO: I know, I know. Just wondering.
JO: Lena is obviously too jaded trying to become lesbian with Velias to realize I'm available. And that my shovels are authentic.
LT: I'm sorry, what?
JO: Oh crap.
3xBITCHSLAP COMBO.
Achievement Unlocked! Put dem bitches in their place.
Reward Unlock: Backhandkind specibus!Last edited by Levenfish; 03-06-2012 at 02:59 PM.
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03-06-2012, 08:37 PM #46Page of Mind
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Re: 216 Days (A Text Adventure)
prometheanProdigy began pestering ionianImperator at 8:57PM, 3/20
pP: Dude, really? That's a horrible color. Why'd you pick this color? I can't read this crap without highlighting it.
iI: I dunno. I just felt like it.
pP: Do you feel like changing it back?
iI: Not particularly.
pP: Well, whatever, I'll whine later. Anyway, I need your help in subterfuge.
iI: No, I'm not helping you stalk a girl. Not after that last one. Trolls are different. What happened to her anyway?
pP: No clue. It's been two days. She never answered back.
iI: Not surprising. Not one little bit at all. An indigo-blood not part of the cult.
pP: Yeah, you're right. Probably got culled. Ok, so anyway, ignore the dead trolls.
pP: New task at hand. You're going to help me prove Lena is a lesbian.
pP: Bernie? You there?
iI: ...
iI: I really wish you were here so I could smack the everloving crap out of you.
pP: What's wrong with a little shenanigans every now and again?
iI: This...
iI: Is...
iI: Stupid.
pP: She's too motherly to you and too sisterly to me to do anything serious.
iI: You're forgetting that in order to prove said orientation, we'd have to catch her in the act for something definitive.
iI: Which means her with Velias.
pP: So?
iI: Uh, troll?
pP: I'm not trolling!
iI: No, I mean her.
pP: If she's trolling, she's either really good or really bad at it.
iI: Dammit Jason. I meant that as a troll, she will rip us apart if we find them bringing out cylindrical implements.
pP: The human kind or the troll kind? Zing!
iI: Also, she's matesprits or whatever with Aiolos.
pP: Ah, that guy. Well, maybe he doesn't put out so well. Have you seen his huge lance?
iI: .............................................
iI: Nowhere in the universe did it say that one day, Bernard Bartlett would ever have to obtain the knowledge that Jason Orville has gazed upon the magnificently huge spear of Aiolos Virken.
pP: That guy has impotency problems.
iI: Again, DON'T NEED TO KNOW.
Yeah no, they're gonna do it. And when they do, much hilarity and asskicking will ensue.
Velias gets to come and go in raids as she pleases. She is the modern major diplomat after all.
So, let's skip forward a few days to when Velias has business at Lena's residence.
Would you like to see the inevitable DOUBLE BITCHSLAP REACHAROUND from her perspective, or Lena's?Last edited by Levenfish; 03-06-2012 at 08:45 PM.
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03-06-2012, 09:13 PM #47The Enigma
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Re: 216 Days (A Text Adventure)
Let's see it from the very model of a modern Major-Diplomat,
Who has information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
Who knows the kings of England, and quotes the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical.Feel Free to Pester Whenever. Handles: OOC:cipheredMachine Troll:embellishedTestament
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03-07-2012, 10:30 AM #48Suavebot 3000
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Re: 216 Days (A Text Adventure)
I don't know what he means, but I'll go for Lena. Originally Posted by Cipher
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03-07-2012, 11:13 AM #49The Enigma
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I mean, let's see it from Velias angle. Modern Major Diplomat~Modern Major General. I just quoted a bit of the song, and switched it up to try and make it fit.
Feel Free to Pester Whenever. Handles: OOC:cipheredMachine Troll:embellishedTestament
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03-07-2012, 11:29 AM #50Suavebot 3000
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Re: 216 Days (A Text Adventure)
Ok then. I really don't mind all that much, we can see it from whatever angle. Originally Posted by Cipher
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