Welcome to Sburb! (Dead and Over)
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>Dirk: You head into the quickly-scattering crowd of Underlings, the various Dersites fleeing as fast as their respective limbs can carry them. All except for one notable figure.
Dressed in a well-cut, pure white suit, the figure stands at about your SIS' height, his skin (or carapace) sheer black. A white fedora had been pulled over his eyes, and he calmly begins reloading an antique looking shotgun as you approach him.
Once you get close enough, he begins speaking.
"Ya know, people like you really piss me off. You think you're so invincible, with your shoddy weapons, fancy powers, and stupid, MORONIC, clothes. You all think you're so SPECIAL, that no one and nothing can possibly hurt you. That you're so STRONG, with all your idiotic titles. That you're going to be the one to take down the Queen."
He raises his face and stares at you, a grim smile plastered across his scarred visage.
"Where the hell do you get off telling me that you're gonna win? What makes you think that you've got a chance against me, against everyone else? What makes you so damn sure, that you're not gonna die?"
His shotgun is suddenly cocked and aimed at your head.
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>Future Dirk: You manage to take down the OGRE, without killing him.
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>Xavier: Doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo-doo... DANH DANH DAH DAAAAAAAANH!
You got the BOSS KEY!
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>Greg: As you reenter the Castle, you notice that all the rooms on your map seem to be fully illuminated, except for an ominous one with a skull and crossbones over it. Huh, I wonder what could possibly be there?
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>Rich: Quickdraw awkwardly returns the thumbs up.
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>Connor: Your SPRITE seems happy for you.
Dressed in a well-cut, pure white suit, the figure stands at about your SIS' height, his skin (or carapace) sheer black. A white fedora had been pulled over his eyes, and he calmly begins reloading an antique looking shotgun as you approach him.
Once you get close enough, he begins speaking.
"Ya know, people like you really piss me off. You think you're so invincible, with your shoddy weapons, fancy powers, and stupid, MORONIC, clothes. You all think you're so SPECIAL, that no one and nothing can possibly hurt you. That you're so STRONG, with all your idiotic titles. That you're going to be the one to take down the Queen."
He raises his face and stares at you, a grim smile plastered across his scarred visage.
"Where the hell do you get off telling me that you're gonna win? What makes you think that you've got a chance against me, against everyone else? What makes you so damn sure, that you're not gonna die?"
His shotgun is suddenly cocked and aimed at your head.
...Wow, this guy is insanely fun to write for. And, a little creepy. Mostly fun though.
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>Future Dirk: You manage to take down the OGRE, without killing him.
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>Xavier: Doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo-doo... DANH DANH DAH DAAAAAAAANH!
You got the BOSS KEY!
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>Greg: As you reenter the Castle, you notice that all the rooms on your map seem to be fully illuminated, except for an ominous one with a skull and crossbones over it. Huh, I wonder what could possibly be there?
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>Rich: Quickdraw awkwardly returns the thumbs up.
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>Connor: Your SPRITE seems happy for you.
>Dirk: Grin+Time Shenanigans
You look up at the carapace guy with the shotgun and give a big, beaming grin right to his face. If looks could say "fuck you", this would be the look.
"Have you been taking fashion tips from Chas? That shitty hat does not suit you at ALL, bro. Have you thought of switching to black? Or maybe just blow your own fucking face off? Then you wouldn't need to worry about a hat at all."
You take a step closer and put your GUNBLADE to his abdomen. You really just don't give a shit, do you?
"You want to know why I'm so sure I'm not gonna die? Well, I will tell you. It doesn't matter whether or not I die, because I AM NOT THE DIRK YOU NEED TO BE WORRIED ABOUT."
>Future Dirk: Threaten
"Listen, lug, and listen good. You are officially my *****, you go that? That means you do what I say when I say it. And right now, what I say is, you are delivering a message to the Black Queen herself. I don't care if you've gotta jump through a thousand flaming hoops to do it, but by Jesus goddamn Christ you are gonna do it. And don't even fucking THINK of trying to escape me once you're out of sight, because I will track you down."
You take your RAD KATANA and slice a thin line across the middle of his face.
"That is your mark. That is how I will know you, and that is how I will track you down anywhere from here to the fucking Green Sun. You will NOT escape me, because I have got all the time I need to find you. Now, you go to the Black Queen, and you tell her "Your Time has officially run out." Got that? Good, now GO."
You look up at the carapace guy with the shotgun and give a big, beaming grin right to his face. If looks could say "fuck you", this would be the look.
"Have you been taking fashion tips from Chas? That shitty hat does not suit you at ALL, bro. Have you thought of switching to black? Or maybe just blow your own fucking face off? Then you wouldn't need to worry about a hat at all."
You take a step closer and put your GUNBLADE to his abdomen. You really just don't give a shit, do you?
"You want to know why I'm so sure I'm not gonna die? Well, I will tell you. It doesn't matter whether or not I die, because I AM NOT THE DIRK YOU NEED TO BE WORRIED ABOUT."
>Future Dirk: Threaten
"Listen, lug, and listen good. You are officially my *****, you go that? That means you do what I say when I say it. And right now, what I say is, you are delivering a message to the Black Queen herself. I don't care if you've gotta jump through a thousand flaming hoops to do it, but by Jesus goddamn Christ you are gonna do it. And don't even fucking THINK of trying to escape me once you're out of sight, because I will track you down."
You take your RAD KATANA and slice a thin line across the middle of his face.
"That is your mark. That is how I will know you, and that is how I will track you down anywhere from here to the fucking Green Sun. You will NOT escape me, because I have got all the time I need to find you. Now, you go to the Black Queen, and you tell her "Your Time has officially run out." Got that? Good, now GO."
>Xavier: Revel
Oh hellz yeah! You got the key and you're gonna kick some BOSS A-
>Xavier: Feel
What the hell was that!? You just a disturbance in the PIMP/***** CONTINUUM, as if SOMEONE was being a better PIMP than you.
>Xavier: Ignore it and kick some boss ass
You race back to the locked door on the second floor.
Oh hellz yeah! You got the key and you're gonna kick some BOSS A-
>Xavier: Feel
What the hell was that!? You just a disturbance in the PIMP/***** CONTINUUM, as if SOMEONE was being a better PIMP than you.
>Xavier: Ignore it and kick some boss ass
You race back to the locked door on the second floor.
>Greg:Leave Castle
You sigh to yourself as you look at the GIANT DOOR in front of you.Another little problem to add to the others.You have no idea where this key is,but you would have to guess that either Chas,Dirk,or FutureDirk has it because this place has been cleared out and they are the only ones that you knew where here.Oh course,someone else could have gotten it,but you would rather hope for the former then the later.
Well,looks like you can't do anything else here for now,so you head back to the OUTPOST to plan your next move.
You could go exploring for a bit or you could press on through the Third Gate.
Hmm....oh what the heck.
>Greg:Jump into the Third Gate.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
You sigh to yourself as you look at the GIANT DOOR in front of you.Another little problem to add to the others.You have no idea where this key is,but you would have to guess that either Chas,Dirk,or FutureDirk has it because this place has been cleared out and they are the only ones that you knew where here.Oh course,someone else could have gotten it,but you would rather hope for the former then the later.
Well,looks like you can't do anything else here for now,so you head back to the OUTPOST to plan your next move.
You could go exploring for a bit or you could press on through the Third Gate.
Hmm....oh what the heck.
>Greg:Jump into the Third Gate.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
>Dirk: The LOQUACIOUS RUFFIAN stares disinterestedly at the RAD KATANA as it slices across his face. The trickle of blood cascading down his cheek ignored, he begins speaking.
"Swords, huh? That's the best you got?"
He twists his shotgun, right hand moving at blurring speeds, pressing the barrel of the weapon against your blade.
"Kid, you got no idea how much trouble you're in."
He fires a single slug into the RAD KATANA, splitting the blade in half. Meanwhile, his left hand swings towards Future-Dirk's head, landing a quick jab on your nose, breaking bone and cartilage.
Focusing entirely on Future-Dirk, LR proceeds to deliver a series of incredibly strong punches, his weapon clattering to the ground as his fists slam into his opponent's face again and again.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You really think you can survive with just a fucking SWORD? C'mon, put up ya dukes! You think you're Pete Hammond? Haha, more like Jack Dempsey! Or more like Jack Johnson! You got no moxie! You got no technique! ...do you even know any of these boxers I'm talkin' about? Any so called fighter would have to know what I'm talking about, RIGHT!? You don't? Oh, you don't!? I'll make you pay for not knowin' them! Of course, even if you did know 'em, you'd still! Have! To! PAAAAAAY!
With a final massive uppercut to the jaw, LR sends Future-Dirk sprawling, tumbling unconsciously to the ground. Dashing backwards, LR snatches his weapon up off the ground, chambering another round as he spins to face Dirk. A maniacal smile spreads across his blood-covered face as he stares at you.
"So, you really don't give a damn if you die then? Well, that makes things a bit boring. Of course, you still insist that there's no way I could actually kill you, so this IS STILL GOING TO BE A LOT. OF. FUN!"
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>Xavier: As you and C-Diddy run through the empty room from earlier (You know, the one that was completely and utterly unimportant, with absolutely nothing worthwhile hidden inside?) a SMALL KEY falls from the ceiling and smashes into your face. Ouch.
However, you're able to make it back up to the upper level, and the locked door, without further incident.
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>Greg: Actually, it turned out that Chas had already unlocked the door before he left the Castle. As you stand before it, the slab of stone slides downward, revealing the massive chamber beyond.
So, you can either go in there, or leave the Castle again. What will you do?
"Swords, huh? That's the best you got?"
He twists his shotgun, right hand moving at blurring speeds, pressing the barrel of the weapon against your blade.
"Kid, you got no idea how much trouble you're in."
He fires a single slug into the RAD KATANA, splitting the blade in half. Meanwhile, his left hand swings towards Future-Dirk's head, landing a quick jab on your nose, breaking bone and cartilage.
Focusing entirely on Future-Dirk, LR proceeds to deliver a series of incredibly strong punches, his weapon clattering to the ground as his fists slam into his opponent's face again and again.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You really think you can survive with just a fucking SWORD? C'mon, put up ya dukes! You think you're Pete Hammond? Haha, more like Jack Dempsey! Or more like Jack Johnson! You got no moxie! You got no technique! ...do you even know any of these boxers I'm talkin' about? Any so called fighter would have to know what I'm talking about, RIGHT!? You don't? Oh, you don't!? I'll make you pay for not knowin' them! Of course, even if you did know 'em, you'd still! Have! To! PAAAAAAY!
With a final massive uppercut to the jaw, LR sends Future-Dirk sprawling, tumbling unconsciously to the ground. Dashing backwards, LR snatches his weapon up off the ground, chambering another round as he spins to face Dirk. A maniacal smile spreads across his blood-covered face as he stares at you.
"So, you really don't give a damn if you die then? Well, that makes things a bit boring. Of course, you still insist that there's no way I could actually kill you, so this IS STILL GOING TO BE A LOT. OF. FUN!"
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>Xavier: As you and C-Diddy run through the empty room from earlier (You know, the one that was completely and utterly unimportant, with absolutely nothing worthwhile hidden inside?) a SMALL KEY falls from the ceiling and smashes into your face. Ouch.
However, you're able to make it back up to the upper level, and the locked door, without further incident.
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>Greg: Actually, it turned out that Chas had already unlocked the door before he left the Castle. As you stand before it, the slab of stone slides downward, revealing the massive chamber beyond.
So, you can either go in there, or leave the Castle again. What will you do?
So, stuff happened today. We finally know what the Life and Void symbols looks like, and apparently there's a new version of pesterchum out. According to Connor it has some neat new features, so I guess check that out if you want.
http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread.php?43922-PESTERCHUM-3.41-Updated-Pesterchum!-New-Thread
Um... that's all I really got. So, go team.
http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread.php?43922-PESTERCHUM-3.41-Updated-Pesterchum!-New-Thread
Um... that's all I really got. So, go team.
>sup.
Oh, you again? Hmmm. Sup. Your just about to go play some sax, get back into this shit.
>oh, sax bro/1 that's awesome.
You know. You used to play all the time, but you guess it doesn't count 'cause it was only in your dreams...
Anyways, you head to the roof and start playing your Sax for the Land of Sea and Crystals to hear. You start out with Epic Sax Guy.
>...
Oh, you again? Hmmm. Sup. Your just about to go play some sax, get back into this shit.
>oh, sax bro/1 that's awesome.
You know. You used to play all the time, but you guess it doesn't count 'cause it was only in your dreams...
Anyways, you head to the roof and start playing your Sax for the Land of Sea and Crystals to hear. You start out with Epic Sax Guy.
>...
>Dirk: Prepare to piss this guy the hell off
You stare at the barrel of his SHOTGUN, and plug it with two fingers just to prove how little a shit you give about him.
"Oh, dear me, you managed to KO a Beta clone of me with the shittiest equipment I've ever used. You talk about moxie, and you don't even have the guts to put down the gun and put up your dukes? Come on."
You place your SWORDS back in your SYLLADEX, and raise your FISTS.
"You wanna talk boxers? Call me motherfucking CASSIUS."
FIGHT!
You stare at the barrel of his SHOTGUN, and plug it with two fingers just to prove how little a shit you give about him.
"Oh, dear me, you managed to KO a Beta clone of me with the shittiest equipment I've ever used. You talk about moxie, and you don't even have the guts to put down the gun and put up your dukes? Come on."
You place your SWORDS back in your SYLLADEX, and raise your FISTS.
"You wanna talk boxers? Call me motherfucking CASSIUS."
FIGHT!
>Connor: You proceed to play EPIC SAX GUY SONG. Whatever it's called. Nothing really happens.
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>Xavier: The door slides open, revealing a small room populated by a pair of BASILISKS. Once they see you enter, they begin to slowly advance towards you and C-Diddy, trying to flank you on both sides.
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>Dirk:
LR gives you an odd look as you plug up his gun with your fingers. "And they tell me I'm crazy..."
He proceeds to shoot your fingers off, some of your blood splattering onto his suit.
"You really don't know anything about fighting, do ya you runt? You think you can just act brave, and everything's going to end up okay? What kind of world do you think this is, huh?"
LR's fist slams into your gut, driving the air from your lungs, and lifting you into the air. He leans in towards you, close enough that you can feel the blood dripping from his face, his foul breath clogging your nose. As he continues speaking, his tone shifts from excited, manic, to bored and disinterested.
"Contrary to popular belief, I don't kill just anyone. No, there's a very, VERY, special type of person I like to kill. To crush their throat in my fist, to stomp their guts into puddles of blood, to grind their brains into fucking sausage. Anyone else, is just boring.
"So Kid, don't take this the wrong way, but you're not my type."
He drops you to the ground, shoulders his shotgun, and strides away.
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>Xavier: The door slides open, revealing a small room populated by a pair of BASILISKS. Once they see you enter, they begin to slowly advance towards you and C-Diddy, trying to flank you on both sides.
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>Dirk:
LR gives you an odd look as you plug up his gun with your fingers. "And they tell me I'm crazy..."
He proceeds to shoot your fingers off, some of your blood splattering onto his suit.
"You really don't know anything about fighting, do ya you runt? You think you can just act brave, and everything's going to end up okay? What kind of world do you think this is, huh?"
LR's fist slams into your gut, driving the air from your lungs, and lifting you into the air. He leans in towards you, close enough that you can feel the blood dripping from his face, his foul breath clogging your nose. As he continues speaking, his tone shifts from excited, manic, to bored and disinterested.
"Contrary to popular belief, I don't kill just anyone. No, there's a very, VERY, special type of person I like to kill. To crush their throat in my fist, to stomp their guts into puddles of blood, to grind their brains into fucking sausage. Anyone else, is just boring.
"So Kid, don't take this the wrong way, but you're not my type."
He drops you to the ground, shoulders his shotgun, and strides away.
>Dirk: MAKE THAT MUSIC FIT
"Where... do you think... you're going?"
"You think you're gonna make me fall down and quit? FUCK NO."
You stand.
"I am the MENTOR OF TIME. My swan song is a timeless piece, ringing from day one of all existence until its end! My love, my anger, and all of my sorrow will roar across the heavens! I will carry the torch to the end of the day, no matter how much time I need! And I've been talking this whole time JUST TO DISTRACT YOU."
Your FUTURE SELF, whom you are just about to travel back in time to become, leaps from the shadows and kicks the white-suited DERSITE in the face, sprawling him back as you leap up to the top of a nearby hill, where you draw your HYPERION GUNBLADE.
"SELFKIND, *****. But if you wanna play with your guns, then why don't we dance?"
You open up with a HYPERION BARRAGE aimed for his legs.
"Where... do you think... you're going?"
"You think you're gonna make me fall down and quit? FUCK NO."
You stand.
"I am the MENTOR OF TIME. My swan song is a timeless piece, ringing from day one of all existence until its end! My love, my anger, and all of my sorrow will roar across the heavens! I will carry the torch to the end of the day, no matter how much time I need! And I've been talking this whole time JUST TO DISTRACT YOU."
Your FUTURE SELF, whom you are just about to travel back in time to become, leaps from the shadows and kicks the white-suited DERSITE in the face, sprawling him back as you leap up to the top of a nearby hill, where you draw your HYPERION GUNBLADE.
"SELFKIND, *****. But if you wanna play with your guns, then why don't we dance?"
You open up with a HYPERION BARRAGE aimed for his legs.
Yeah, a guy who was literally mentored by Kamina is not one for giving up.
>Greg:Return to Castle
Why would you need to do that?You are already are back in the Castle and haven't left it for the last few minutes or so,juts trying to decide what to do next and certainly haven't left and jumped into the Third Gate or anything.What would have given you that thought?
You just stay at the passage way beyond the DOOR and wonder if it would be a good idea to go through it.On the one hand,there could be a ton of horrible monsters just waiting to tear your guts out.But on the other,a true Knight and Hero would brave the danger,not letting his fear and uncertainty get the best of him.
Hmmm.
You sigh to yourself and,STEEL KATANA drawn and at the ready,you walk past the BOSS DOOR and down the hallway behind it.Here goes nothing.
Why would you need to do that?You are already are back in the Castle and haven't left it for the last few minutes or so,juts trying to decide what to do next and certainly haven't left and jumped into the Third Gate or anything.What would have given you that thought?
You just stay at the passage way beyond the DOOR and wonder if it would be a good idea to go through it.On the one hand,there could be a ton of horrible monsters just waiting to tear your guts out.But on the other,a true Knight and Hero would brave the danger,not letting his fear and uncertainty get the best of him.
Hmmm.
You sigh to yourself and,STEEL KATANA drawn and at the ready,you walk past the BOSS DOOR and down the hallway behind it.Here goes nothing.
>Dirk: Displaying an impressive feat of footwork, LR leaps to his feet and dances through your barrage of shots, receiving only a few nicks to his clothing. When he looks at you, his smile's back. Turning his head briefly, he spits out a tooth, accompanied by a spray of blood.
"Oh, we've got a tough one here. I take off his fingers, and he doesn't even flinch. What a guy, what a guy!"
Throwing his head back, the Dersite Agent laughs long and loud, his boisterous cries echoing around the desert.
"Let's see here... blowing your head off would certainly be an interesting development. I wonder what would happen to your friend over there?" he mentions, gesturing towards Future-you.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH
YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH! That sounds fun! Oh I want to to do it. I want to squeeze your little neck until you stop breathing. I want to squeeze a little more, until you start foaming at the mouth. I want to to squeeze a liiiiittle more, until your eyes are about to pop out of their sockets, and then, AND THEN...
"But, I gotta wonder, how much fun would it be to kill you later? To wait until you're so sure that nothing, NOTHING can kill you, to swoop in and break every bone in your body, rip the flesh from you bones, make you stare down the barrel of my gun, and watch your eyes as you REALIZE THAT YOU'RE LIFE IS OVER! WHAT WOULD THAT FEEL LIKE, HUH? I GOTTA KNOW, I WANTA KNOW, I GOTTA KNOW!"
Squealing in delight, he spins in place, before halting and pointing at you.
"Alright, I've made up my mind! You go get stronger, and then I'll kill you! Yeah, YEAH, that sounds amazing! Oh, I'm so excited, I gotta go kill someone! Where the hell did those Ogres get to, huh?!"
With that, LR begins running off, letting off the occasional whoop of delight. You could probably follow him, if you wanted to. Then again, you're kind of losing a lot of blood... wow, turns out hands have a lot of blood in them.
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>Greg: As you enter the chamber, the doors dramatically close behind you. You find yourself in a massive chamber, its ceiling hundreds of yards over your head. Scones of torches light the room, their flickering flames casting shadows around the area.
The chamber floor seems to be mostly smooth, with a few missing floor tiles here and there. Oh, and there's also the enormous, gently breathing form passed out on the floor directly in front of you. You can't really tell what it is, but whatever it is, it's freaking huge. And, if its snores are anything to go bye, asleep.
"Oh, we've got a tough one here. I take off his fingers, and he doesn't even flinch. What a guy, what a guy!"
Throwing his head back, the Dersite Agent laughs long and loud, his boisterous cries echoing around the desert.
"Let's see here... blowing your head off would certainly be an interesting development. I wonder what would happen to your friend over there?" he mentions, gesturing towards Future-you.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH
YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH! That sounds fun! Oh I want to to do it. I want to squeeze your little neck until you stop breathing. I want to squeeze a little more, until you start foaming at the mouth. I want to to squeeze a liiiiittle more, until your eyes are about to pop out of their sockets, and then, AND THEN...
"But, I gotta wonder, how much fun would it be to kill you later? To wait until you're so sure that nothing, NOTHING can kill you, to swoop in and break every bone in your body, rip the flesh from you bones, make you stare down the barrel of my gun, and watch your eyes as you REALIZE THAT YOU'RE LIFE IS OVER! WHAT WOULD THAT FEEL LIKE, HUH? I GOTTA KNOW, I WANTA KNOW, I GOTTA KNOW!"
Squealing in delight, he spins in place, before halting and pointing at you.
"Alright, I've made up my mind! You go get stronger, and then I'll kill you! Yeah, YEAH, that sounds amazing! Oh, I'm so excited, I gotta go kill someone! Where the hell did those Ogres get to, huh?!"
With that, LR begins running off, letting off the occasional whoop of delight. You could probably follow him, if you wanted to. Then again, you're kind of losing a lot of blood... wow, turns out hands have a lot of blood in them.
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>Greg: As you enter the chamber, the doors dramatically close behind you. You find yourself in a massive chamber, its ceiling hundreds of yards over your head. Scones of torches light the room, their flickering flames casting shadows around the area.
The chamber floor seems to be mostly smooth, with a few missing floor tiles here and there. Oh, and there's also the enormous, gently breathing form passed out on the floor directly in front of you. You can't really tell what it is, but whatever it is, it's freaking huge. And, if its snores are anything to go bye, asleep.
>Connor:...We've been over this. You're playing a regular saxophone. In your house. Somewhere on your land.
Your Exile, who is still probably on Derse at this point, cannot hear you. At this point, no one besides your sprite and the imps hanging around your house will be able to hear you.
If you want me to give you a long post about something, then do something that will have some effect. Playing music will not change anything.
Also, I find it interesting that you accuse me of laziness, what with your hiatuses and whatnot.
Your Exile, who is still probably on Derse at this point, cannot hear you. At this point, no one besides your sprite and the imps hanging around your house will be able to hear you.
If you want me to give you a long post about something, then do something that will have some effect. Playing music will not change anything.
Also, I find it interesting that you accuse me of laziness, what with your hiatuses and whatnot.
>CG: Prefer to have this discussion over Pesterchum.
What, so he can ignore you like with when you talked about giving your Exile a proper induction? Which he didn't get, despite him saying he would do it. Which. Is. Not. Cool. Bro.
What, so he can ignore you like with when you talked about giving your Exile a proper induction? Which he didn't get, despite him saying he would do it. Which. Is. Not. Cool. Bro.
>Greg:Realize this might have been a bad idea
Ya,way ahead of you on that fact.
You just stand there stone still,staring at the huge sleeping form infront of you.This could be very very bad for you.Granted,the guy is asleep right now,but he could wake up at any minute.Know what the hell are you going to do?
You continue to stand there for a few minutes before you decide it may be wise to try to find a way out.You might be a wee bit over your head at this point.
Time to put those stealth skills you learned to the test.
>Greg:Try to stealthily locate another way out
Ya,way ahead of you on that fact.
You just stand there stone still,staring at the huge sleeping form infront of you.This could be very very bad for you.Granted,the guy is asleep right now,but he could wake up at any minute.Know what the hell are you going to do?
You continue to stand there for a few minutes before you decide it may be wise to try to find a way out.You might be a wee bit over your head at this point.
Time to put those stealth skills you learned to the test.
>Greg:Try to stealthily locate another way out
>Connor: Ok, is that sorted out now? Is the miscommunication over? Are you happy now?
Also, I never said that I would introduce your Exile, in the past, present or future. Yes, we discussed it, but I never gave a definite answer. So, I would thank you for NOT PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH.
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>Greg: You manage to sneak around the dilapidated chamber, scanning the area for any way to escape. Sadly, it appears that the walls, although old, are still quite strong and thick. It's possible that you could try and climb up one of the walls, but there's no guarantee you'd find any holes further up.
As you circle the area, you also manage to get a better look at the beast sleeping in the center. Although you can't see all of it, you can tell that it's got stubby four legs, a long, whip-like tail, and a pair of massive horns. Judging by its bulk, it probably can't move too fast, but looks insanely strong.
Also, I never said that I would introduce your Exile, in the past, present or future. Yes, we discussed it, but I never gave a definite answer. So, I would thank you for NOT PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH.
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>Greg: You manage to sneak around the dilapidated chamber, scanning the area for any way to escape. Sadly, it appears that the walls, although old, are still quite strong and thick. It's possible that you could try and climb up one of the walls, but there's no guarantee you'd find any holes further up.
As you circle the area, you also manage to get a better look at the beast sleeping in the center. Although you can't see all of it, you can tell that it's got stubby four legs, a long, whip-like tail, and a pair of massive horns. Judging by its bulk, it probably can't move too fast, but looks insanely strong.
>Dirk: Ow
As soon as you're certain that LR is out of range from seeing you, you kneel down and immediately begin to FREAK OUT. Your firs thought is what to do about all the BLOOD you've lost. You can't really afford to lose any more. You use your STILL INTACT RIGHT HAND to snap up a small flame to cauterize the wound and--
OH JEGUS THIS IS EXCRUCIATING
You really have to hand it to COLONEL MUSTANG. Doing this to his abdomen and staying conscious enough to blow away LUST must have taken intense force of will. You can only hope you have enough to pull off the same daring feat.
You look around to try to find your fingers, clinging to your INTENSE PAIN as a way to stay awake and focused. Unfortunately, it looks like the blast pretty much obliterated them. You start to FREAK OUT a bit more as you consider what to do. You go over to your FUTURE SELF and slap him awake.
"What year is it?"
"The year of the boxing fucknut. How far in the future did you come from?
"About an hour after you turn all red and glowy."
"What?"
"Don't worry about it. I know you were expecting an Alpha Future You, but I had some spare time on my hands. So anyways, what's the plan now, O Frodo of the Nine Fingers?"
"Technically it's eight. And we're going back to the house, come on."
You help your BETA-SELF up and the two of you, plus SNAKE EYES, who slinks back from the shadows, begin shuffling back to your HOME. You're already sure of what to do.
As soon as you're certain that LR is out of range from seeing you, you kneel down and immediately begin to FREAK OUT. Your firs thought is what to do about all the BLOOD you've lost. You can't really afford to lose any more. You use your STILL INTACT RIGHT HAND to snap up a small flame to cauterize the wound and--
OH JEGUS THIS IS EXCRUCIATING
You really have to hand it to COLONEL MUSTANG. Doing this to his abdomen and staying conscious enough to blow away LUST must have taken intense force of will. You can only hope you have enough to pull off the same daring feat.
You look around to try to find your fingers, clinging to your INTENSE PAIN as a way to stay awake and focused. Unfortunately, it looks like the blast pretty much obliterated them. You start to FREAK OUT a bit more as you consider what to do. You go over to your FUTURE SELF and slap him awake.
"What year is it?"
"The year of the boxing fucknut. How far in the future did you come from?
"About an hour after you turn all red and glowy."
"What?"
"Don't worry about it. I know you were expecting an Alpha Future You, but I had some spare time on my hands. So anyways, what's the plan now, O Frodo of the Nine Fingers?"
"Technically it's eight. And we're going back to the house, come on."
You help your BETA-SELF up and the two of you, plus SNAKE EYES, who slinks back from the shadows, begin shuffling back to your HOME. You're already sure of what to do.