Maidens of the Kaleidoscope
~Beyond the Border~ => Rumia's Party Games => Mystia's Stored Games => Topic started by: Bardiche on September 09, 2011, 03:48:12 AM
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> You are Shadoweh, Defence Attorney extra-ordinaire, heroine of justice and vigilant defender of truth.
> Also an avid Mafia player, but nobody really cares about that.
> It's a clear summer morning. Well, summer's almost ending. Time for school; it almost makes you sad! No Mafia games to play! So sad! No Kittens to charm. So sad! No MotK! So sad!
> Well, today's your last free day. You might as well make the best of it.
> It's 8:10 AM.
> Your possessions include Mysterious Badge, a wallet with 10 dollars and the key to your apartment room.
> Your room is a tiny 8 by 8 metres, but big enough for your needs.
> There's a telephone, a computer, your dresser and bed, and a painting you made of Kitten4u. Everyone says it looks like an apple, but to you, it's Kitten4u.
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>Pocket wallet and key.
>Examine the badge and press it.
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>Manifest a Stand
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> There's a telephone, a computer, your dresser and bed, and a painting you made of Kitten4u. Everyone says it looks like an apple, but to you, it's Kitten4u.
> "I always thought her face looked somewhat spherical."
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>Pocket wallet and key.
>Examine the badge and press it.
> You take your wallet and key, put 'em in your pyjama pockets and then take the badge and press it.
> Nothing happens.
>Manifest a Stand
> You try to manifest a stand, but you don't have any magical powers. Silly you, that only happens in anime and manga.
> "I always thought her face looked somewhat spherical."
> Absolutely.
>_
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>Abilities
>Relationships. Who can we call on our phone?
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>Take a dip in lake superior, to feel superior.
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>Boot up your computer and log on to MotK.
>If that doesn't work, yell at your connection until it stops dropping.
>Pocket the painting for future motivation.
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> Seek to acquire a mic
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>Abilities
> You can uh, squee. And sing. And drop your connection like a bad habit.
> You're just a regular college student, you really don't have many skills.
>Relationships. Who can we call on our phone?
> You're single and ronery.
>Take a dip in lake superior, to feel superior.
> You'll get on that, once you've figured out where lake superior is.
>Boot up your computer and log on to MotK.
>If that doesn't work, yell at your connection until it stops dropping.
> You boot up your computer, start up whatever crappy browser you use and point the navigation to the Shrinemaidens.org.
> Success! You arrive at the nice, blue (ohgodwhyisitBLUE!) forum layout. A few clicks later it's black, because you're such a pro hacker with l33t layout skills.
> Or a really useful plugin.
>Pocket the painting for future motivation.
> You don't have a bag of holding, so you can't quite pocket it.
> Seek to acquire a mic
> You HAVE a mic, damnit! It's just your connection that fails!
> ... You resolve to buy a mic regardless.
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> You boot up your computer, start up whatever crappy browser you use and point the navigation to the Shrinemaidens.org.
> Success! You arrive at the nice, blue (ohgodwhyisitBLUE!) forum layout. A few clicks later it's black, because you're such a pro hacker with l33t layout skills.
> Or a really useful plugin.
> Firefox! Because foxes are cute. ^_^V Change the layout to our custom made My Little Pony pink and purple layout. Because pink is the best.
> Do we have any friends? Like say, Kitten4u? If we're not friends why do we have a painting of her on the desk?
> Open dresser and search.
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> Go profile-stalking
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> Are we suffering?
> If yes, then keep suffering
> If no, then start being suffering
> ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼
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> Firefox! Because foxes are cute. ^_^V Change the layout to our custom made My Little Pony pink and purple layout. Because pink is the best.
> MotK is now eyeblindingly pink for you.
> Do we have any friends? Like say, Kitten4u? If we're not friends why do we have a painting of her on the desk?
> You're a stalker, admiring her from afar. Sadly, you'll never earn her love.
> Open dresser and search.
> There's only clothes in your dresser.
> Go profile-stalking
> But where to start?
> Are we suffering?
> If yes, then keep suffering
> If no, then start being suffering
> ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼
> You don't know how to suffer.
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> Wait, why are we awake at 8:10 am? We haven't slept yet, have we?
> Let's start with the profiles of all our favorite mafia players, like Kitten4u, Zakeri, Conqueror and Serpentarius. Are we in a mafia game right now?
> Check inbox for any messages from other mafia players or possible clients.
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> Wait, why are we awake at 8:10 am? We haven't slept yet, have we?
> You have! You just woke up exceptionally early today. For you, anyway. Normal people rise and shine at 6.
> Let's start with the profiles of all our favorite mafia players, like Kitten4u, Zakeri, Conqueror and Serpentarius. Are we in a mafia game right now?
> You begin stalking their profiles and posts. Man, you can just SEE the scum drooping off of them. Except Zakeri. He hasn't posted in the game yet, even though it's Day3.
> You were killed D1 by Bardiche, who opened by dayvigging you.
> Check inbox for any messages from other mafia players or possible clients.
> You've no messages whatsoever. Your role PM of Survivor looks like it's suffering.
>_
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> Go QQ in the graveyard
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> Go QQ in the graveyard
> You would, but there's apparently no graveyard.
>_
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Go QQ in thread anyway.
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Go QQ in thread anyway.
> You get the sense that one of your brain molecules has been infected with a deadly Wheatley syndrome, constantly fueling you with bad ideas and terrible propositions.
> Henceforth you decide to ignore all bad suggestions.
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> Exit the room
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> Exit the room
> Outside it is!
> You open the door and briskly step outside.
> There's a dazzlingly bright sun glaring down at you from above. A perfectly blue, cloudless sky, with not a hint of wind to feel. It's humid, warm and uncomfortable. You're reminded all at once why you normally sleep until evening, ugh.
> You could go down the street towards the supermarket, or you could possibly go to your school. It's also okay to wander around the nearby woods, but all the stories you've heard about them kinda make you think it's not really smart for a lonely little girl like you to wander blindly into them. Junkies, corpses and victims of you-know-what; the news has been flooding with reports of them all originating from the woods.
> If you go, you should probably get a buddy to tag along, or some kind of weapon. Not that it's that easy to get a gun at this hour and this day, but there's probably something else you can find somewhere and if not, well, you don't have to go to the woods.
> It's a perfectly fine idea to hang out at the school grounds while you've nothing to do anyway, or head to the nearby supermarket.
> Come to think of it, you're running low on eggs. And flour. And bread. And potatoes. And, hell, just about everything. You're low on everything. When was the last time you went for groceries anyway?
>_
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>go to the local pump to fill up on gas. It's what we run on. We are only assuming the shape of organic matter to look normal until our animatronic self recieves the order to rise in rebellion against mankind.
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>Delusions
> You're still ignoring the stream of terrible ideas.
>_
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>our left brain is having trouble. We always suspected that eating neoserela's brains would be a bad idea. Hm. Let's go to the supermarche to buy something to eat before we have to rely on getting drunk.
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>Stock up on groceries so we can have a steak dinner for later. Store them in our apartment.
>Check cash reserves.
>Go hang out on school grounds, see if we can get any information.
>While doing all this, look for anything that can be used as a weapon.
>Smile at all the cats we meet along the way.
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>Hm. Let's go to the supermarche to buy something to eat before we have to rely on getting drunk.
>Stock up on groceries so we can have a steak dinner for later. Store them in our apartment.
> An excellent plan. Although there hasn't yet been a problem you couldn't solve without being drunk, really. You have one logic centre, and that's one too many. Drowning it in copious amounts of liquid has long been your pastime and answer to all things bad. You really could go for a drink right now, but you've none in the house.
> It's Supermarket time! You're in the market for some steak. Mmmm, steak.
> When you arrive at the supermarket, it's calm and peaceful. Looks like waking up early has one perk: the rest of the city's still asleep, so you won't need to wait in line for long. Or everyone's just at work. You've no idea. All you know is that it isn't a maelstrom of activity and ohgodwhat right now, and that's good enough.
> You bravely saunter to the steak section and reach for a steak. There are many steaks like it, but this one is yours. Without your steak, you are nothing. With your steak, you are still nothing, but at least you have steak.
> Is there anything else you need to get?
>Check cash reserves.
> You check your wallet. Yep, the 10 dollars are still 10 dollars.
>Go hang out on school grounds, see if we can get any information.
>While doing all this, look for anything that can be used as a weapon.
>Smile at all the cats we meet along the way.
> You would, but you're kind of in the middle of grocery shopping.
>_
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>the steak will most likely cost ~7$. We need a drink. We gotta be kewl ~2$. And finally some candy. We need this for barter agreements between us and little children. We smirk when we remember how little johnny sprained his back washing our dishes, taking out the trash, and folding our laundry, all for a grand sum of two lolipops and a pixie stick.
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> Buy candy with all the remaining money we have.
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>Go to the potatoes, and be reminded of Dormio.
>Attempt to trade the painting of Kitten4u for our groceries.
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>the steak will most likely cost ~7$. We need a drink. We gotta be kewl ~2$. And finally some candy. We need this for barter agreements between us and little children.
> You resolve yourself to get both a drink and some candy.
> Buy candy with all the remaining money we have.
> But instead, you buy candy with all that you've got left. MMm, candy.
>Go to the potatoes, and be reminded of Dormio.
>Attempt to trade the painting of Kitten4u for our groceries.
> You walk over to the bags of potatoes, and feel an odd kinship with them. It reminds you of Dormio, your partner in crime. Ah, how you fought GLaDOS together. The memory is still fresh in your mind. Whatever happens, Dormio will have a special place in your mind. That place that gets flooded first when you alcohol works come in.
> You go up to the cashier and attempt to persuade them to trade your painting for groceries.
> You zealously and passionately argue how pretty your painting is, but since you cannot show it to him you've got to make do with words.
> "I'm sorry, ma'am," the cashier returns. "But we've no interest in that kind of barter."
> He refuses to let you pass until you pay up. Which, of course, you do.
> Soon enough you're outside again, holding a bag with a steak and a looot of candy, but your wallet's empty now.
>_
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>attempt to trade candy for favors at the school grounds.
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> Especially ~*~favours~*~
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> Realize we didn't pick up any alcohol for today and be overcome with inner sorrow.
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> Realize we didn't pick up any alcohol for today and be overcome with inner sorrow.
> The realisation just hits you.
> You genuflect.
> "What are you doing?"
> When you look up, there's a boy hunching over you with a worried look on his face.
> For some reason, he's the only person around. The rest of the parking lot in front of the supermarket is devoid of people. There aren't even any cars.
> That's odd, you were sure there were cars when you entered... and before you genuflected.
>_
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> Praise Allah
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>"basking"
>"Who are you?"
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> Praise Allah
> You're on your knees, people have mysteriously disappeared... clearly this is a sign! A sign from above.
> You begin mumbling in some kind of prayer to whatever deity you worship.
> "No, really, what ARE you doing?" The boy sounds almost worried.
>"basking"
>"Who are you?"
> He looks like he wants to ask more, but declines.
> "I'm just a passer-by," he explains. "Just drifting by, you know. Making people's dreams come true!" He smiles at you. "Do you have a dream?"
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> Dreams of breaking the 4th wall.
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> "I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day."
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>Alcoho-I MEAN, uh,
>Kitten4u's eternal lo-no wait we don't go around saying that to strangers
>...Alcohol.
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> Getting all the Mafia players together having drinks with us. <^_^>
> ..Especially Kitten4u even though she hates alcohol. >.>
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> Belay everything and
I have a dream,
To find A girl worth fighting for!
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> Dreams of breaking the 4th wall.
> "I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day."
>Alcoho-I MEAN, uh,
>Kitten4u's eternal lo-no wait we don't go around saying that to strangers
>...Alcohol.
> Belay everything and
I have a dream,
To find A girl worth fighting for!
> Getting all the Mafia players together having drinks with us. <^_^>
> ..Especially Kitten4u even though she hates alcohol. >.>
> You're conflicted, and blurt out all your dreams all at once.
> The boy looks at you as if you're crazy, but soon begins to laugh.
> "Quite a dreamer, aren't you?" he asks, and with a smile continues, "Alright, that sounds like a challenge. I'll take you up on them. But since they're a bit numerous, I'll grant you the power to realise them yourself a bit as well. Of course, there's payment, but we'll see to it when you've realised those dreams, eh?"
> He claps his hands. Suddenly you feel like you're burning up. Your heart's beating so fast it could escape from your chest. It's like a fever, except ten times as bad!
> You blink. You're staring at the ceiling in your apartment.
> You're sure you went out and got groceries... right? When you look at your alarm clock, you see that it is, in fact, 8:10 AM. You're also not warm or anything at all, and still dressed in your clothes.
> You have a wallet with ten dollars, too.
> It's like everything up to now NEVER happened.
> Oh wait, you're sleeping with a grocery bag with steak and more candy than you know what to do with. So everything just earlier did happen. ... right?
> Also, your room is filled with beer cans. Holy shit. You've never seen this much beer in one room in your life.
>_
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> Start designing the next best thing to Touhou. Only it's going to have even MORE bullets and silly hats.
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> Attempt to Materialize a Magical Bullet.
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>We should really move to a country with free health-care, because we might want to see a doctor.
>let's cook the steak in an attempt to eat it.
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> Start designing the next best thing to Touhou. Only it's going to have even MORE bullets and silly hats.
> You begin your designs. It's going to have bullets. and silly hats. And more bullets. AND silly hats. You dub it Shadouhou. There's just one problem: you don't quite know how to program, so you can't realise your plans.
> You now have Shadouhou Designs, but no way to make them work. If it ever works, though, it'll be amazing. You just know it.
> Attempt to Materialize a Magical Bullet.
> You form the image of a Magical Bullet in your mind. You see a magical bullet appear in front of you. Holy shit, you're a... a... MAGICAL GIRL! That's what you always wanted to be! Well, no, actually, you always wanted to be the Townest, but this is good, too.
> You start making even more magical bullets, drunk on your newfound powers. Before you know it, you have more magical bullets than you've ever seen in a single room.
> You have no idea what to do with them.
>We should really move to a country with free health-care, because we might want to see a doctor.
>let's cook the steak in an attempt to eat it.
> You really feel like you need a doctor's professional opinion.
> Meanwhile, you cook the steak and attempt to eat it. Mmm, it's not too bad. A mild success.
>_
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> Put on a hat and wizard robe. Gotta look the part.
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> Put on a hat and wizard robe. Gotta look the part.
> You fetch a hat and wizard robe from your dresser and put them on. You feel powerful and amazing.
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> Design the clothing of Nanoha.
> Make the clothing of Nanoha.
> Large Pink Beam Spam begin.
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> Design the clothing of Nanoha.
> Make the clothing of Nanoha.
> Large Pink Beam Spam begin.
> You begin expertly designing the same clothes Nanoha wore.
> And proceed to create them based on your designs.
> When you look at yourself in the mirror, something feels off. Something went wrong somewhere and somehow, but you aren't quite sure where. Is it the tie? The pants? Your pink boots, or purple hat? You look more like a fashion disaster than you look like Nanoha. In fact, these are guy's clothes. How did you mistake them? Just... what?
> Well, whatever. No clothes shall hinder you! You imagine spamming purple beams of death! ... You get a migraine, and nothing spams at all. Ow, shit, the migraine's getting worse.
>_
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>Let's not get carried away, now.
>Lie down, and crack open a nice, cold beer.
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> Grab a girlfriend, and get drunk together.
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>Have we acquired any new jewelery since waking up?
>Threaten anyone within shouting distance with death by magical bullet spam.
>Attempt to materialize a bomb. Heavy ordnance could come in handy.
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> Try to materialize an UncertainKitten in the room to drink with. She did save our life against GlaDoS, we owe her some!
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>Check mana reserves. Are we running low?
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>Let's not get carried away, now.
>Lie down, and crack open a nice, cold beer.
> You solemnly swear to yourself that even if you are now a magical girl with powers beyond your wildest dreams (don't quote me on that), you are not going to let the power rise to your head! You will take it the hell easy, lie down and have a nice, cold beer.
> Life is good.
> Grab a girlfriend, and get drunk together.
> You WOULD grab a girlfriend and get drunk together, but there's not a girlfriend nearby. That makes things difficult.
>Have we acquired any new jewelery since waking up?
>Threaten anyone within shouting distance with death by magical bullet spam.
>Attempt to materialize a bomb. Heavy ordnance could come in handy.
> You check your person and find you are now the proud owner of a Lapis Lazuli, tied around your neck with a... bondage... collar? Okay, what?
> You scream at the top fo your lungs that you will kill everyone with magic bullet spam. The neighbours bang against your walls, ceiling and floor, and tell you to shut the fuck up.
> You focus your powers on the materialisation of a bomb. You end up conjuring a small handbomb like the ones you see in anime; it makes a small explosion and could possibly put a hole in your door, but unlikely to blast the entire door away. It's useful, but not too powerful.
> Try to materialize an UncertainKitten in the room to drink with. She did save our life against GlaDoS, we owe her some!
> Okay, remember that girlfriend you wanted? You're going to materialise one the fuck now. And who better to summon than UncertainKitten?
> You focus your mind. You charge your mana. You cast I Am Awesome Level 6 on yourself, and feel more awesome. You reach out into the cosmos, and the cosmos gropes you. Wait, what? No, it's dragging you. Holy shit. This is not good. This is so not good. You feel a powerful force dragging you through some kind of portal. A really, really narrow portal. You barely fit in there!
> You don't even have time to grab any beer or whatever to bring along, and before you know it, you are tossed out into a desert.
> A desert. You let that sink in for a moment.
> The sun is scorching your neck and face and ohshit, where the fuck are you. This summoning spell went south badly.
>Check mana reserves. Are we running low?
> You attempt to check your Mana reserves. You have no goddamn clue how to do this.
>_
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>spot check
>inventory
>attempt to dig under the sand to escape the UV rays.
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>spot check
>inventory
>attempt to dig under the sand to escape the UV rays.
> You attempt a spot check. Well, that isn't too difficult. You can see sand as far as the eye can see in all directions bar one: there seems to be some sort of tower far in the distance. The rest? Sand. And hills. Of sand. And sand. And some more sand. Did I mention you managed to spot sand? You managed to spot sand.
> You are still carrying the Lapis Lazuli, an empty beer can, your wallet and keys to your apartment. You are not carrying the painting of Kitten4u, a beer can with content, or your phone.
> You claw at the sand in a furious effort to get under the sand and avoid the UV rays.
> It... it is mind baffling, but for some reason, whether it be because this world hates you or that you simply just cannot dig yourself under, you... you... utterly, utterly fail to cover yourself in sand enough. Every time you claw some sand out, it magically places itself back in the spot you just dug out. You simply cannot, will not, are not able to, cover yourself in sand.
> Being Shadoweh is suffering.
> You are now suffering succesfully.
>_
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> Realize this is all a dream, and conjure up a Kaleidoscope Magic Stick. :)
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> Realize this is all a dream, and conjure up a Kaleidoscope Magic Stick. :)
> You realise that by jove, this is all just some crazy dream you're dreaming! Well, whatever. You conjure up a Kaleidoscope Magic Stick, whatever the hell that may be, and add it to your inventory.
>_
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> Transform into a magical girl and fly!
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> Transform into a magical girl and fly!
> Wait, you're already a magical girl. That said, you weren't flying yet. You focus, you prepare, you lift off!
> Contrary to popular belief, it's actually hotter when you're flying closer to the sun than when you're on the ground. oh shit this is hot
>_
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>Look down and around. Can we see where we are? Are there any landmarks besides the tower? If not, approach the tower.
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> Learn Protection against the Wind
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> Look down. Back up. Where the hell are we?
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>Look down and around. Can we see where we are? Are there any landmarks besides the tower? If not, approach the tower.
> You're in a desert. With nothing but sand surrounding you, and a tower in the distance. With your vast knowledge of the world... you have no goddamn clue where you are.
> Learn Protection against the Wind
> You have no idea how to learn a spell without a spellbook or some other source of teaching material nearby; that means the only way is to try it out yourself! You cast a number of enchantments on yourself; surely one of them will protect you from wind! And you find that ALL OF THEM protect you from wind. So complete is this protection that you feel not a bit of wind on your body. The air is still and motionless, granting you no degree of refreshment from the scorching heat, but also not carrying more scorching heat with it.
> Or oxygen. Shit. You don't have any oxygen. Oh shit. Shit shit. Why the hell did you have to cast a protection so complete it guards against ANYTHING the wind might carry?!
> Look down. Back up. Where the hell are we?
> You're in a desert with the man your man could be like. What's in your hand? It's in his. It's a Kaleidostar Magic Stick. Look again, the Kaleidostar Magic Stick is now a beer. Anything is possible when you're a wizard. He's on your head.
> Wait, what?
> Some kind of fairy-like thing is on your head, dangling a can of beer in front of you where there was previously a Kaleidostar Magic Stick.
> He's definitely male; you can tell by the OHGODWHY IS HE NAKED.
>_
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> Somehow cast Blizzard,
oh and Cancel protection against Wind.
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> Fall
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>What are the wildest dreams which we must deem to fulfill?
>Ask the naked fairy to politely get off our head. Acquire the beer in the confusion.
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> Somehow cast Blizzard,
oh and Cancel protection against Wind.
> You conjure an ice storm. It freezes one of the hills. Your Protection Against Wind prevents any of the chills from reaching you.
> Being Shadoweh is suffering so much.
> You quickly dispel your protection against wind. Whee! Oxygen! Sweet god you needed oxygen. You can think rationally again! Rationally!
> You still have a fairy on your head.
> Fall
> You cancel your flying spell and fall to the ground, face first.
> You are now submerged in scorching hot sand.
> You have no idea if there is still a fairy on your head.
> Did I mention you're in scorching hot sand? You might want to fix that. Because it hurts.
>What are the wildest dreams which we must deem to fulfill?
>Ask the naked fairy to politely get off our head. Acquire the beer in the confusion.
> [21:43] <Bardiche> @whatis Dream
> [21:43] <@Keine-tan> Bardiche: "Dream" is (#1) Break the fourth wall, or (#2) Defeat apartheid, or (#3) Alcohol (fulfilled), or (#4) Find a girl worth fighting for!, or (#5) Have a drinking party with all the Mafia players, especially Kitten4u.
> You would ask the fairy, but the attempt only opens your mouth for more sand to come in. Congratulations, not only are you submerged in scorching hot sand, you're also eating it.
> You're thirsty.
>_
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hm...
> Teleport back to our room.
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hm...
> Teleport back to our room.
> Screw this shit, you're going home! You commence teleportation. Beam us up, Scotty!
> When you're done being blinded by the blinding light of the teleportation (what the hell is up with that anyway?), you find yourself in a huge, vast desert with a tower somewhere far off in the distance.
> Wait, didn't you just teleport back to your room?
>_
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>We'll just have to deal with it.
>See if the fairy thing is still with us.
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>We'll just have to deal with it.
>See if the fairy thing is still with us.
> You immediately resign yourself to your future in a desert with a naked fairy. Goodbye, beer! You knew it well.
> The fairy is floating in front of you now, looking at you with a puzzled expression. It says something, but you have no clue what because goddamnit you don't speak Fairy.
> It's pointing at the tower in the distance.
>_
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>Name the fairy Navi
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>Fly butterfly fly! Onward to the tower.
>Take a look at the fairy, what does it look like besides being naked?
>Name the fairy Navi
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> We shall become an Overlord!...
(Never played it though)
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I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ... you know the rest.
>Summon a horse with no name that carries you to the tower.
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>Name the fairy Navi
> You promptly decide the Fairy's name is Navi. Nothing shall stray you from calling it Navi. Nothing! It is forever truth in your mind. Of this, you are absolutely sure.
> The Fairy stares at you.
>Fly butterfly fly! Onward to the tower.
>Take a look at the fairy, what does it look like besides being naked?
> You'd fly, except you cancelled that spell just so you could land face-first in the sand and be submerged. You decide to walk instead.
> You take the time to closely examine the Fairy. It's got jet-black hair, eerie golden eyes, two translucent wings that you somehow know are there vaguely, and the cutest, tiniest little [redacted] you've ever seen.
> Not that you've seen that many. Actually, this might be your first time seeing [redacted].
> We shall become an Overlord!...
(Never played it though)
> You shall become an Overlord! Someday!
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ... you know the rest.
>Summon a horse with no name that carries you to the tower.
> You attempt to summon a horse! ... Nothing happens.
> The Fairy makes a gesture, and a bar appears above it, reading clearly:
> Shadoweh, Level 100 Magical Girl
> HP: 020/100
> MP: 000/999
> Being Shadoweh is suffering.
>_
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>Remember that fairies supposedly have restorative properties and attempt to consume Navi.
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>Remember that fairies supposedly have restorative properties and attempt to consume Navi.
> Faeries and restorative powers? Well, you're a magical girl, there's a fairy here... it must be true! There's nothing to it but to EAT HIM EAT HIM EAT HIM.
> Before Navi understands what's going on, you lunge upon him and seize that tiny, miniscule body within the palm of your hand. Ahahahahahaha you are so going to EAT HIM.
> But will you cook him first? Have him raw? Bake him? Ah, hell with it, you're in a scorching hot desert. Surely you can eat it raw!
> You start chewing down on the fairy like some kind of ravenous, crazy wench.
> When you gulp down the last of the Fairy, you feel somehow... evil. And dirty.
> You also feel a little ill. Are you getting feverish?
>_
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> Reach inside out selves...
WITH THIS STICK I SHALL PIERCE ...
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> Reach inside out selves...
WITH THIS STICK I SHALL PIERCE ...
> And now, you shall reach within...!! You plunge a hand into your chest. Okay, fuck, you didn't think this through. Do you have healing magic? Is the Fairy going to heal you?
> No, the Fairy is dead. Because you ate him. Shit. Shit shit shit shit.
> The bleeding's not stopping. You don't have any MP left, apparently.
> So this is how it ends?
> The light dims. The world becomes dark. You can feel your life seeping through your fingers.
> You were... so... close...
> YOU HAVE DIED
Restart? Y/N
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> Y
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> Y
> You feel as if you just wasted one of your three lives. That's nonsense, you only have one life and you certainly didn't just stupidly commit suicide by literally reaching within yourself.
> You just ate a fairy, you're in a desert, and there's a tower off in the distance.
>_
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> Float
> Walk to the tower.
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>Walk to the tower while suffering.
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>Walk to the tower while suffering.
> Float
> Walk to the tower.
> You're in a desert in scorching heat after just eating a naked fairy and god knows where it's been, I think you're suffering well enough without consciously attempting to!
> Being Shadoweh is suffering.
> You walk. And walk. Then walk some more. And ultimately you end up walking EVEN MORE.
> You finally arrive at the tower.
> It's a completely normal, stone tower. There is nothing special or magical about it.
> At its base is a black-haired, golden-eyed boy wi-- this somehow seems familiar. He looks like a more Shadoweh-sized variant of the Fairy.
> The one you just ate.
> He doesn't look too happy to see you, and begins saying something.
> You have no goddamn clue what he's saying.
>_
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> Give him candy, and then knock him out.
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> Give him candy, and then knock him out.
> You reach into your bags... wait, did you even bring the candy? You search your pockets and find you DID, in fact, accidentally bring some. You present them to the Fairy Boy, who glares at you. You throw the candy in his face instead, and before he can react you lunge forward and punch him in the goddamn face so hard it sends him reeling into a spatial dimensional hole and holy shit did you just PUNCH HIM OUT OF EXISTENCE?
>_
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> Get a bottle of water to drink from the tower... Somewhere.
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>Examine Tower. Especially for something like an entrance.
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> Get a bottle of water to drink from the tower... Somewhere.
> You don't know how to get a bottle of water to drink from the tower.
>Examine Tower. Especially for something like an entrance.
> You examine the tower. You don't understand how you could have missed the wooden door there to grant you entrance.
>_
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>Enter!
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> Cautiously look for traps.
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> No!
> Throw caution to the wind and charge in!
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> Eat the door
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> Cautiously look for traps.
>Enter!
> No!
> Throw caution to the wind and charge in!
> For a brief moment, you consider making sure that your entry will not, in some way, shape or fashion, cause you to die in some kind of strange manner.
> You immediately discard that notion. As if some kind of voice inside you is urging you onward to great danger!
> You prepare to saunter right in!
> Eat the door
> But not before eating the door. You smash it down and start gobbling it up. Strange, you've never quite known wood tasted ridiculously good. It's either that, or your sense of taste has gone downhill ever since you ate that Fairy.
> You ate a Fairy.
> You are a terrible, terrible person.
> I wasn't even trying to set you up for this.
> You're a terrible person!
> You enter the tower. It's lonely and desolate. There's nothing inside save for a gigantic crystal.
> You feel ill. Something about eating a door doesn't quite agree with you.
>_
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> Examine the Crystal.
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>Eat the crystal. It is the next logical step after having eaten a fairy.
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> Examine the Crystal.
> You examine the crystally surface of the crystal. It's very crystal like.
> Though you're no expert, you feel as though there is the faint glimmer of magic power within this crystal. Consuming it might grant you powers untold, beyond even that of a... a... god.
> You can see yourself reflected in its surface. You look something like this: :V
> You're pretty sure you didn't look that way this morning and OHSHIT IS IT BECAUSE YOU ATE THE FAIRY? (Yes, it is, you terrible person.)
>Eat the crystal. It is the next logical step after having eaten a fairy.
> You assume the next logical step is to eat a magical crystal. You break your teeth on the crystal's hard surface.
> It only now dawns on you that crystal is made of solid, rockhard, well... crystal. It's not edible in the slightest.
>_
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> Absorb the Crystal's Energies.
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> Absorb the Crystal's Energies.
> You look into yourself. You know how to do this. You hold out your hands. You draw into the crystal's raw energies, stir inside its pool of amazing magics. You are Magical Girl Lyrical Shadoweh! The bringer of do--wait, what?
> The crystal grants you a small inkling of its power.
> Apparently it doesn't want to grant its powers to an evil being like you.
> You are Evil. And a terrible person.
> You gained a new title! Evil, Terrible Person!
> You feel as though you could undo whatever spell you cast to make you end up here now.
>_
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> "But I'm a good girl..."
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>Undo whatever spell you cast and return your room full of beer. And your painting of Kitten4u.
>Don't regret eating the fairy, better to have taken care of it early and avoid its endless chatter.
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> No, we must eat the crystal first. This is very important. Devour the crystal.
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>Perhaps we can swallow it whole?
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>Attempt to consume the crystal whole, so as to prevent any of its power from being lost during consumption.
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>Why did we have to eat our fairy bud? He did nothing wrong. ;-;
>wait. Don't fairies have a way to revive themselves? Surely we can atone for this by finding a way to bring him back!
> hold off on eating the crystal for now. Do our best to use it to poof Navi back. Think him back hard.
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>We're a magical girl, aren't we? Absorb the crystal. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwhFH75OCDs)
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> "But I'm a good girl..."
> You remind yourself that, deep down, you are a good girl. There's no response.
>Undo whatever spell you cast and return your room full of beer. And your painting of Kitten4u.
>Don't regret eating the fairy, better to have taken care of it early and avoid its endless chatter.
> You belay your attempt to return to your room. There's things to do, you feel.
> You're happy you ate the Fairy. It could've done scary things like talk. You don't like talk.
> No, we must eat the crystal first. This is very important. Devour the crystal.
> In fact, you want to eat the crystal. Devour it, even. Sadly, you've already attempted to do this, and like Einstein said, doing the exact same thing twice and expecting differing results is the sure sign of insanity. You can't break your teeth on the crystal because you already broke your teeth on the crystal.
> Isn it sad, Sacchin? ;_;
>Perhaps we can swallow it whole?
> O... kay. That's certainly a new one. Somebody told you it couldn't be done; and you wouldn't be one who'd say so without first try. You open your mouth. Holy shit do you ever open your mouth. Your mouth must be five feet large now. Ten feet. Fifteen feet. You swallow the crystal whole and gobble it right up.
> You feel very, very ill. And not a bit stronger.
>Attempt to consume the crystal whole, so as to prevent any of its power from being lost during consumption.
> You attempt to digest the crystal and take all its magicky powers for yourself. You only worsen your stomachache, but manage to pry a little bit of power from the crystal.
> If crystals had moods, you are sure this one would be unhappy.
>Why did we have to eat our fairy bud? He did nothing wrong. ;-;
>wait. Don't fairies have a way to revive themselves? Surely we can atone for this by finding a way to bring him back!
> hold off on eating the crystal for now. Do our best to use it to poof Navi back. Think him back hard.
> You have no idea why you ate the Fairy. Perhaps something about him didn't quite agree with you? You've chosen not to regret the action!
> You'd hold off on eating the crystal, but it's kind of stuck in your stomach already.
>We're a magical girl, aren't we? Absorb the crystal. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwhFH75OCDs)
> Absorbing the crystal is--
> The parser has lost any notion of what is going on with the crystal.
> You poop it out.
> There, you now have a crystal that you literally shit out.
> The parser is worried about you.
> Being Shadoweh is suffering.
> Happy birthday.
>_
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>...Make the Crystal Evil.
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>Unlock the memories of the crystal.
>Store the crystal; the energy we can derive from it will be useful later. Break it up into smaller pieces if we can.
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;_;
> Being in the desert has clearly done something to our head. Like make us hallucinate eating fairies and turning into Pac-man.
> Stop trying to make the crystal evil. Fill it with the energies of the Towniest Town to ever Towny Town Town!
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>question whether pac-man could be a town PR.
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>Wakka wakka wakka
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> ⑨
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>...Make the Crystal Evil.
> You attempt to corrupt the crystal. After long, consoling and threatening talks, you manage to convince the crystal that it is, in fact, a harbinger of evil like never seen before. The crystal agrees that you are right, and raises you an interesting point: it has potent powers exceeding yours, and it can destroy you.
> It demands you explain to it why it shouldn't destroy you for TRYING TO EAT IT.
>Unlock the memories of the crystal.
>Store the crystal; the energy we can derive from it will be useful later. Break it up into smaller pieces if we can.
> The memories are quite clear on the crystal's mind. You are utterly convinced that making it remember more of its past is not going to do you well; and you don't want to see any of its memories because you don't want to see what it's like to be eaten by a Pacman Shadoweh.
> You'd store the crystal, but it's radiating with deadly energies that'd eviscerate you on touching it.
> You remind yourself it's far stronger than you can, and even rolling a 100 on a d100 is unlikely to help you overcome its amazing powers.
> You wish this was Troll to Dodge where everything can be done with a d6 and a high roll.
;_;
> Being in the desert has clearly done something to our head. Like make us hallucinate eating fairies and turning into Pac-man.
> Stop trying to make the crystal evil. Fill it with the energies of the Towniest Town to ever Towny Town Town!
> Actually, you're quite sure that isn't at all due to the desert. That's just the crazy voices in your crazy head feeding you crazy ideas leading you to do crazy things. Really, you've only yourself to blame here.
> You stop convincing the crystal it is evil and attempt to protect your Town-like powers into it. You realise now that you're Scum and have no Town energies.
>question whether pac-man could be a town PR.
> Who do you question?
>Wakka wakka wakka
> THIS TIME FOR AFRICA!
> ⑨
> [21:04] <Bardiche> @dice 1d9
> [21:04] <@Keine-tan> Bardiche: 3
> Denied.
>_
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>If we're not in the desert, open our eyes such that the world loses its disguise. See the unseen, and uncover the reality of this space.
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> "I'm Evil, This is normal"
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>ask the crystal if there's anymore to this world than a desert with a solitary tower.
>If not, ask the crystal to create a world with us, chock full of our imagination
>ask the crystal whether Pac-man could be a town PR
>ask the crystal for holy matrimony
>ask the crystal for a drink
>ask the crystal if it's getting annoyed
>ask the crystal to be our friend in return for an end to the questions
>ask the crystal....
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>Since we're scum and we've turned the crystal evil, hyperbus the crystal and try to convince the voices in your head to lynch it.
>Use our magical powers to become the Towniest Town to ever Town.
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> Eat the crystal again.
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>If we're not in the desert, open our eyes such that the world loses its disguise. See the unseen, and uncover the reality of this space.
> Your eyes are already open. This doesn't stop you, though. It reminds you of that one song, actually. "Open your eyes, I see; your eyes are open. Come into the night, with me; come out into the open." Images of rainbows and unicorns flood your mind and you get the inexplicable urge to don a tophat and monocle.
> This doesn't help you uncover the reality of this space at all. You're confused.
> "I'm Evil, This is normal"
> You convince yourself that you're evil and everything happening is completely normal.
>ask the crystal...
> You launch a series of questions at the crystal, arguing at length and doing your best to make it understand your need for information, marriage and whether Pacman could be a town PR.
> The crystal responds with silence. You suspect this may be due to the fact that crystals don't have mouths and, as such, cannot really communicate. You try again by establishing a psychic link, but you don't progress much with that. As far as you understand, if the crystal has a language, you do not speak it.
>Since we're scum and we've turned the crystal evil, hyperbus the crystal and try to convince the voices in your head to lynch it.
>Use our magical powers to become the Towniest Town to ever Town.
> A section in your mind breaks off from the rest of you and engages in fantasy activities. One figment of your imagination tries to tell you to lynch the hell out of the crystal. What do you do?
> You attempt to use your magical powers to become the Towniest Town to ever Town. The magic power permeates you whole, it touches your essence and you feel born anew.
> The mirror reflection shows that you now look like a bonafide mobster. Complete with scar.
> Eat the crystal again.
> You refuse to eat the crystal again. You solemnly swear it on your booze.
>_
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> We know where the crystal is, we can always come back for it later. Let's get out of here.
> Fine, we're Scum are we? Teleport to our Scum secret hideout and meet with our scum buddies.
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>Wander the tower in search of anything.
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> We know where the crystal is, we can always come back for it later. Let's get out of here.
> Fine, we're Scum are we? Teleport to our Scum secret hideout and meet with our scum buddies.
>Wander the tower in search of anything.
> You'd wander the tower in search of anything, but you're already sure you've been everywhere.
> So instead, you use your crystal granted powers to get the hell out of there. Teleport!
> When you open your eyes again (and throw up because goddamn does teleporting make you feel terrible), you realise you're back in your room. This appears to be a recurring theme. Second time you've returned to your room after strange, mysterious things happened.
> There's someone in your room. Your room. Also, your room wasn't quite this pink when you last left it.
> The man who you've obviously never met glares at you.
> "What the hell's a filth woman like you doing in my room? Get out!"
>_
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> "Nooo, this is my room. What did you do to it? And who are you?"
> Make sure our Kitten4u picture is safe!
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> "Nooo, this is my room. What did you do to it? And who are you?"
> Make sure our Kitten4u picture is safe!
> "Get your tartly ass ouf of here!" the man simply roars. He reaches for a framed painting of an apple and throws it at you!
> Roll to do-- wait, wrong thread.
> You duck away and dodge it like you would not know, but by the time you look up again the man's gotten tableware and ohgodhe'sthrowingknivesatyougetthefuckout.
> You're outside your apartment. There's a few men in the courtyard, sending nasty glares at you. You don't feel welcome.
>_
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> What? We're scum! How dare these vanillas look at us funny! Set them on fire!
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> What? We're scum! How dare these vanillas look at us funny! Set them on fire!
> You'll show those bastards! Just who do they think they are? Do they think they own the place?!
> You set fire to the men. They burn like the sun, and the sight fills you with glee and warmth.
> It begins to fill you with horror when they don't die. Or when they begin grabbing metal pipes as the flames slowly die out.
> Holy shit did you just attack Bulletproofs. You attacked Bulletproof Vigs. Shit.
> They're advancing on you. There's four of them and only one little Shadoweh.
>_
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> Scream like a little girl and flee the scene.
> Try to find a hiding place to get our bearings. It's okay, we just need to remember our wish list.
> Recall our dreams!
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> Do we have enough magic for a shot that pierces bullet proof?
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> Scream like a little girl and flee the scene.
> Try to find a hiding place to get our bearings. It's okay, we just need to remember our wish list.
> Recall our dreams!
> You scream like a little girl and run off like the fist of the north star.
> You will hide yourself! And you'll get RIGHT on that! As soon as you find a suitable hiding place oh god why did you run to the empty parking lot there's nothing to hide behind here.
> The mob has increased. It's uh, let's just say there's enough people here to lynch the hell out of the Roman Empire. Holy shit why are they all men.
> <Bardiche> @dream
<@Keine-tan> Bardiche: "dream" is (#1) Break the fourth wall, or (#2) Defeat apartheid, or (#3) Alcohol (fulfilled), or (#4) Find a girl worth fighting for!, or (#5) Have a drinking party with all the Mafia players, especially Kitten4u.
> Do we have enough magic for a shot that pierces bullet proof?
> You don't know, the only way to find out is try!
>_
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> It looks like we're sufficiently far enough away from our room now. Let's teleport back! It's probably safer there than it is here.
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>Actually, maybe we can stand and fight. We're bulletproof scum, after all, aren't we?
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> JAM IT IN
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>Actually, maybe we can stand and fight. We're bulletproof scum, after all, aren't we?
I still think just dealing with the one dude in our room would be better but...
>I suppose if we want to stand and fight use our magic to make one badass minigun (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minigun), channel all of our magic into it to hopefully pierce their bullet proof, and show them the true meaning of Shadoweh Moe (http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=242914)
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>Actually, maybe we can stand and fight. We're bulletproof scum, after all, aren't we?
> It looks like we're sufficiently far enough away from our room now. Let's teleport back! It's probably safer there than it is here.
I still think just dealing with the one dude in our room would be better but...
>I suppose if we want to stand and fight use our magic to make one badass minigun (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minigun), channel all of our magic into it to hopefully pierce their bullet proof, and show them the true meaning of Shadoweh Moe (http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=242914)
> You're conflicted.
> You conjure a magical machine gun with bullets that can probably break bullet proof. Probably. You're not actually sure, but it's time to show them the force of Shadoweh Moe! It's time to shoo--
> JAM IT IN
> Nevermind! You're a woman with a mission, and that mission is to... wait, what is it again? Aaaah, you can't remember, you can't remember! But it's fine! It's completely fine! You're Magical Girl Lyrical Shadoweh! Nothing stands in your way. Your hand glows with a divine power! Its radiant grip is telling you to J-J-J-J-JAM IT IN!
> You [redacted] the [redacted], as [redacted] the [redacted], which [redacted] the [redacted] to [redacted] in [redacted]. You [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] and [redacted] [redacted], before [redacted] [redacted]!
> You're in the supermarket's parking lot. Around you are the fallen bodies of a thousand men. It's not a pretty sight.
> Your machine gun is utterly destroyed after you [redacted] to JAM IT IN [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted].
>_
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> Dispel the gun and get some celebratory chocolate cake or something
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>Loot the bodies for potential items of value.
>Then we should probably head back to our room to fight the boss. After cake, of course.
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> Dispel the gun and get some celebratory chocolate cake or something
> You create a hole in the dimension, tossing the machine gun back into the 4D Pocket you have.
> The 4D Pocket tosses the broken weapon back in your face. Goddamnit, you think that broke your nose.
> You conjure a cake. The cake is delicious and moist.
>Loot the bodies for potential items of value.
>Then we should probably head back to our room to fight the boss. After cake, of course.
> You set fire to all the bodies and whatever they could contain. No way you're touching those bodies even with a ten foot pole.
> You head back to your room!
> The door is locked, though.
>_
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>Break open the lock
>Then break down the door. We're A MANLY MAN!
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> Break into the next room
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>Use item <HOUSE KEYS> on object <DOOR>.
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> Break the Sky
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>Break open the lock
>Then break down the door. We're A MANLY MAN!
> You blast down the lock with arcane might, then evaporate the door before charging in.
> "I AM SHADOWEH, MAN AMONG MEN!" you cry, and then fall quiet when you just burst into a room where two men were uh, expressing an uh, deepfound expression of uh... ah, screw it, you're outta here. Wrong room.
> Break into the next room
> You kindly create a new door for the people next door, leaving a note to apologise for your tartly behaviour, promising better in the future. You vow to never get in the way of their deep romance again.
>Use item <HOUSE KEYS> on object <DOOR>.
> You don't even need a roll for this!
> The door's lock opens easily.
> Break the Sky
> You shoot a magic missile at the sky.
> The sky responds in kind. You've lost all feeling in your left arm.
>_
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>Examine ROOM for INTRUDERS
>Get ready to wield our trusty MINIGUN as a melee weapon if anything goes wrong.
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>EAT INTRUDER
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>Eat the Air
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>Examine ROOM for INTRUDERS
>Get ready to wield our trusty MINIGUN as a melee weapon if anything goes wrong.
> You stare into the room with such devotion that nothing shall escape your gaze. You can very clearly see the same guy you saw before screaming at you as he grabs a shotgun and levels it with you.
> You're already wielding your trusty MINIGUN as a melee weapon.
>EAT INTRUDER
> You LUNGE at the intruder, sinking your pearly white teeth that you just regenerated into his soft, supple flesh. The man screams in horror as you begin DEVOURING him like a madman, chomping down on him with the fervor of a starved zombie.
> You feel... like something's changed. Like you've acquired new power!
> You've acquired a new ability! You can now DISCRIMINATE WOMEN. Apartheid has never felt so good.
>Eat the Air
> You try to eat the air, but realise air isn't tangible. You cannot eat the air.
>_
>_
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>Summon the Swarm.
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> Conjure up a Striker Unit
> Fly through the sky
> Rain hell on some poor bastards
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>Drop F bombs on all the woman we see
>call them names to boot
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>Summon the Swarm.
> You call upon the Swarm to assist you!
> The Swarm sends a telepathic message to let you know they're busy at this point in time, but they'd love to come assist you in, oh, two years! You're booked for then. Hang tight, champ.
> Conjure up a Striker Unit
> Fly through the sky
> Rain hell on some poor bastards
> You conjure a Striker Unit. It's not the best, but it's yours. And it's glorious.
> You soar through the sky like an eagle, raining down bullets and magic and fire and brimstone on those heathens down below. The anguished cries that arise from the town sound like soothing lullabies to your ear. It's like murdering babies in the hospital. Delicious.
>Drop F bombs on all the woman we see
>call them names to boot
> You tell all women you see that they are fantastic people and that they should stand up for themselves! You'll not permit these men to say such vulgar tales over the glorious female race.
> You call them Suzy, Marcia, Janice, and every other name you can think of.
>_
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>Find Inky, Pinky, Blinky, and that other guy.
>mind rape that other guy into telling us his name
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>Find Inky, Pinky, Blinky, and that other guy.
>mind rape that other guy into telling us his name
> You've just finished removing your hometown from the worldmap. There's no one left alive to question.
>_
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>Move on to the next town on the map. We want to 100% this.
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>Fly to a different town. Eat everybody. Leave no survivors. Then we can win as an SK.
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>Fly to a different town. Eat everybody. Leave no survivors. Then we can win as an SK.
>Move on to the next town on the map. We want to 100% this.
> You would, but you feel terribly exhausted after expending that much magic power and flit to the ground.
> When you get there, you're meeted by the mysterious youth that had granted you your powers earlier.
> "You've been busy!" he says. "Well, next is to find a girl worth fighting for, eh?" With those words, he disappears again. You feel re-energised and ready to take on anything!
>_
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>Find ourselves!
>Fight for us.
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> It is true that we don't want to be lonely...Search for girls in the next town.
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> Blow shit up
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>Find ourselves!
>Fight for us.
> You have to find yourself. You look inside yourself for answers, and are thoroughly freaked the fuck out by what you find. You're disgusted by yourself.
> You now have a craving to lynch yourself. Every three updates you have to succeed on an Endurance check or you'll lynch yourself!
> It is true that we don't want to be lonely...Search for girls in the next town.
> You head on to the next town by foot, bus, hijacked car and bus of school kids.
> You arrive properly. There's nothing but guys here, and they give you the Evil Look. Probably has nothing to do with how hellfire and brimstone are kind of part of you now.
> Blow shit up
> You locate the nearest pile of dogcrap and blow it up.
> Life is good.
>_
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> Realize we could probably defeat apartheid if we just did what we did to the last town everywhere since no one would be alive to discriminate against anyone.
> Get some rest and get on it in the morning since there are no girls here anyway
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>Can't go to bed on an empty stomach. Eat one of the men.
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> Realize we could probably defeat apartheid if we just did what we did to the last town everywhere since no one would be alive to discriminate against anyone.
> Get some rest and get on it in the morning since there are no girls here anyway
> You realise this, and resist the temptation to lynch yourself.
>Can't go to bed on an empty stomach. Eat one of the men.
> And before you sleep you devour one of the men. Mmm, tasty manflesh.
> You crawl into a cardboard box somewhere and have a good nap. When you wake, the morning is fresh and people are just waking up.
> So much to do, so little time.
>_
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>Look for K4u, the only woman for us.
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>Look for K4u, the only woman for us.
> You're going to look for Kitten4u. Nothing in the world shall hinder you from finding her! You tear out your eyes, and imbue them with magic power. Then you toss your eyes. And more eyes. And more. You create an endless stream of eyes that travel the world far and wide to find your beloved K4u!
> When you finally find her, she's huddled in a bunker, shivering with fear. NEVER FEAR, KITTEN4U, WE WILL SAVE YOU! You blast off at the speed of light, breaking into K4u's bunker with ease, ready to swoop the shivering, screaming girl in your loving claws.
> Claws? Oh, it seems eating the fairy kind of did a number on your body. You kinda look like a hellspawn, you realise.
> It might be that Kitten4u is a little bit disturbed by how you look to be the incarnation of the devil now.
> Also since you murdered so many.
> But hey. You found her.
>_
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>Resist eating her.
>Tell her that we'll fight for her!
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>Resist eating her.
>Tell her that we'll fight for her!
> You do your best to resist the urge to devour that delicious morsel. Her slender arms, that pretty face... your mouth begins to water as you imagine devouring her... aaaah! It's no good! You lunge upon Kitten4u, ignoring her screams and protests as you gobble her up piece by piece.
> You are a monster.
> I wasn't even trying for this.
> You are a monster.
>_
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>Use our magical powers to turn back the clock to a time before we did...that.
>Change our appearance back to normal while we're at it.
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>Prepare to fight the inevitable Schezo that's going to try and kill us now.
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> Yes, go back to before we ate the fairly. Always remember this so we do not abuse our magical girl powers!
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>Go back to a time before this quest even started
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>Use our magical powers to turn back the clock to a time before we did...that.
>Change our appearance back to normal while we're at it.
> You attempt to disjoint the flow of time and reverse what you just did.
> Time is stalwart and refuses to be disjointed. Looks like you're going to need some support here.
> Your attempts to change your form back are successful, at least. Ah, you're back to being a young, innocent girl!
>Prepare to fight the inevitable Schezo that's going to try and kill us now.
> You'd prepare to fight the inevitable Schezo, but...
> You fail to resist the urge to lynch yourself. You've seen too much. Done too much. Your horrors know no bounds. The Queen of Demons, it's you! You are the scums! You have no recourse left.
> You conjure a magical noose. You put the noose to your neck. You let yourself fall and--
> The rope snaps.
> Goddamnit, you can't even kill yourself.
> Your preparations to fight the inevitable Schezo are a resounding success. You are now armed with twelve magical swords, and eighteen magical daggers. Queen of Demons, do you have enough swords?
> Yes, go back to before we ate the fairly. Always remember this so we do not abuse our magical girl powers!
>Go back to a time before this quest even started
> You attempt to roll back time to before you even ate the fairy! But time remains unbudging, and the future refused to change.
>_
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> Shadoweh vs The World
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>Having failed our 4th and 5th dreams, complete dream #2 and resume defeating apartheid by killing everyone.
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> Shadoweh vs The World
>Having failed our 4th and 5th dreams, complete dream #2 and resume defeating apartheid by killing everyone.
> Quite clearly this is a thing that must occur! You shall massacre the world! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
> You decide to start with yourself! This... was clearly a bit thoughtless. You only realise how thoughtless when you're holding your heart in your hands. Shit. You needed that.
> You have died.
> BAD END
... :V Holy crap I am never using dice to run this kind of thing again.
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/me kicks Bardiche
WHY DID WE LOSE? WE WERE DOING SO WELL!
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This thread kept making me hungry on rereads :V.
>Waiting for Shadoweh Quest 4: The Suffering.
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Shadoweh Quest Four is Shadoweh RPG
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/me kicks Bardiche
WHY DID WE LOSE? WE WERE DOING SO WELL!
I've been trying to kill youfor the last 3 pages and I finally succeeded. ISN'T THAT REWARD ENOUGH
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> Ban user-based quests from RPG forever.
Roll for it.
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> Ban user-based quests from RPG forever.
Roll for it.
[16:42] <Dormizou_Futatsuiwa> @dice 1d6
[16:42] <@Keine-tan> Dormizou_Futatsuiwa: 6
Uhh....
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> Ban user-based quests from RPG forever.
Roll for it.
<Bardiche> @dice 1d20
<@Keine-tan> Bardiche: 11
:V
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Admin nat 20. Sorry Bard, this was amusing once but the idea has kinda worn out its welcome. Gonna have to ask you to end 'em here.
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Admin nat 20. Sorry Bard, this was amusing once but the idea has kinda worn out its welcome. Gonna have to ask you to end 'em here.
Yes. Post these in Letty's Journal from now on.
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Admin nat 20. Sorry Bard, this was amusing once but the idea has kinda worn out its welcome. Gonna have to ask you to end 'em here.
Yes. Post these in Letty's Journal from now on.
Oh, I did plan to stop it here. :) No worries.