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Post by Roughtiger on Aug 27, 2011 3:43:25 GMT -5
> RT: Mimic these peeps!!!You might as well attempt to explain what you Sylladex thing is. You originally thought it was a good idea to have one of these but now you think of it as being a horrible, horrible mistake. You call it the Hoarders Modus. Here's how the crappy thing works. Here we have four normal cards plus one special card. The four cards act similar to others EXCEPT that you can grab any one of them. That's right, you don't have to grab the item above to get the item behind it. You can JUST GRAB IT. That's why you CHOOSE this stupid thing! Now for the special card. You have now filled the rest of the cards with useless stuff like DOORKNOBs, and you're just about to pick up yet ANOTHER DOORKNOB. Now, usually the last card in the deck spits out the item it contains. INSTEAD the item is transported into the special card known as the BOTTOMLESS PIT. Where it stays there until you need it. The old card then appears at the front of the pack free from the item and you can now place the other item into the free card. AKA, the other worthless DOORKNOB. Now to explain WHY this is the worst thing ever. When you decide you want an old DOORKNOB that might come in handy for some stupid reason even though it's the same DOORKNOB over and over again, you'll have to go into the BOTTOMLESS PIT to get it. However, when you find it and take it out. BOOM! Everything else is ejected out with it. So basically, if you have hundreds of items stored in the BOTTOMLESS PIT. You're going to have all those items flying out. JUST.ONE.BIG. MESSWhich is why you have so much JUNK in this place you now call your new hive. Even though it's just a really large cave in the middle of GOD KNOWS WHERE!!! Speaking of more crap. BEHOLD IT'S POWER. The WORST weapon in existence. P.O.S Now that that's out of the way. You have thought of a plan to get rid of most the junk from the modus thing. IT'S BRILLIANT. > RT: Improve your hive. Clean it out!
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Post by friday on Aug 27, 2011 11:55:28 GMT -5
> Cadrax: Briefly proceed to flip out.
You had planned to yell “|of couurse its my buusiness|”, because that could have very well been an indirect attack of some sort. There's no way it could have been some sort of SYLLADEX accident, whatever that is. Actually, it was just fishy in general, and any sensible person would investigate such an offhanded occurrence. That, added to his sudden and professional sneakiness, makes it all the more shady.
But luck doesn't seem to be on your side today. It hardly ever is, as if the whole concept of good fortune gave up and left you to your own devices sweeps ago.
You know what? Screw luck.
Already angered by INTERRUPTED SPEECHES and SUSPICIOUS PROJECTILES, having that filthy rustblood mock you in such a way is making this become almost too much to handle. “|whoever did throw that at youu had the right idea|” you jeer back, “|buut someone of My statuus wouuldnt even bother with someone as low as youu|” You finish off your tirade with an obscene gesture, completely disregarding the fact that she's probably too far away to get the full impact of your almighty rage.
You're sort of thankful for the distance, though. FYVELL can be quite the handful when someone ticks her off, especially you. And that situation becomes a lot more risky when you're with her in person. It was stupid and you've completely forgot what you were doing, but all the same, it felt good to blow off some steam.
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Post by Naga on Aug 30, 2011 23:29:23 GMT -5
> Shados: Incur Bragging
You find Ikroye, dangling your SWEET LOOT over your shoulder.
"*<Hey| Look what | found|>*"
You dangle your bling WEAPON infront of him to show what you got.
You also just realized that Fyvell might be able to use the third ICE AXE you found. If you remember properly, she uses axes.
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Post by friday on Aug 31, 2011 16:30:34 GMT -5
> Cadrax: Be past Cadrax and troll that guy.-- gildedHornet [GH] began trolling pirateInvestigator [PI] --
GH: |I suupose this is where I wouuld write My most formal of greetings| GH: |buut I believe it wouuld be a waste on a pathetic lifeform suuch as youurself| GH: |what a pity that suuch extravagant languuage is rendered uuseless on youur inadaquuate alien auditory canals| PI: Oh god PI: Not you again PI: I thought maybe I might get to talk to one of the less annoying alien scumbags GH: |it is indeed I| GH: |and I thouught youu wouuld know by now buut it muust take quuite a while for it to register in youur tiny think pan| GH: |that isnt the way it works with suuch an arrangement| GH: |so youure luucky enouugh to be stuuck with one of the better trolls| PI: What do you mean arrangement GH: |we were each assigned a specific huuman to speak with if it wasnt already obviouus| PI: I just kind of assumed you were all just abnormally persistent jerks PI: I can't say I stand corrected GH: |its possibly the best arrangement since we only have to speak with one despicable alien ouut of many| GH: |buut were suurely a dedicated grouup considering ouur cauuse| PI: I don't understand PI: If you hate us as much as we hate you, why don't you just give it up PI: Like seriously where do you get off on this GH: |the specific reason that I was given to troll youu was rather vaguue| GH: |either way it is suurprisingly amuusing to pester someone so insignificant| GH: |suuch as a looming catbeast toying with its pitifuul excuuse for prey fouund on the most desolate of terrains| GH: |buut as for more on the suubject| GH: |I was told that we wouuld be seeing each other in the flesh very soon| PI: Good PI: It will be easier for me to hit you that way GH: |and I will get all the more chances to remind youu of how pointless youur existence in all of the uuniverses is| GH: |so perhaps we will both get something worthwhile ouut of the encouunter| PI: I'm getting the distinctly unsettling feeling that you're coming on to me again PI: Please stop it PI: Or I'll vomit all over my keyboard GH: |I cant quuite uunderstand youur huuman drivel| GH: |I have no idea what youur talking abouut| PI: I'm not surprised PI: You don't strike me as the learned sort PI: More the snubnosed blubbering idiot sort GH: |I get the same distinct impression from youurself| GH: |its quuite a pecuuliar thing| PI: Not really PI: We've already determined that you don't know anything about the world outside your gilded hornet door PI: This just proves it GH: |not that that is in any way truue| GH: |buut at least i dont fantasize abouut pirates and whatnot| PI: I don't fantasize about pirates PI: They are educational PI: That's all GH: |youure practically some wiggler living in wretched storybook| GH: |its probably all youu know abouut anything| GH: |social interation muust be quuite difficuult| PI: Only when forced to converse with particularly noxious specimens of your ilk PI: I mean PI: My guess is if you took away the monocle, you'd be practically indistinguishable from a fungus of some description PI: Even the other alien jerks don't want to talk to you GH: |they are fortuunate if they get to converse with someone of My statuure| GH: |right now youu are being considered one of the few who are graced by My harsh words| PI: I'm flattered GH: |and are all rebelliouus huumans this uuneduucated| GH: |fungi do not have any eyewear to speak of| PI: Tragic isn't it PI: You're one of a kind GH: |finally acknowledging the uuniquue power of My presence| GH: |Im almost impressed| PI: I'm almost interested to hear that PI: This is kind of an off day for you, isn't it PI: These lame excuses for insults you keep spitting out PI: It's like you're not even trying GH: |well excuuse Me princess| GH: |only that isnt quuite a fitting statement seeing as youure nowhere near royalty| GH: |buut I am suure it buurns youur huumongouus and suuposedly mascuuline ego to be related to the opposite gender in any suuch way| GH: |or whatever ridicuulouus things huumans have going on uup in their ruusty think pans| PI: My ego PI: You're off your rocker PI: I'm nowhere near as girly as you are PI: You're like a prancing bow-legged skirt-wearing milkmaid PI: With three eyes GH: |I do not see what the nuumber of optical organs has to do with that| GH: |buut what even is a milkmaid| GH: |are youu bringing youur strange pirate fantasies into this| PI: Oh for PI: It's like a girl who milks cows PI: A simple peasant girl PI: Like you GH: |I highly douubt thats what it actuually means| PI: Check a dictionary PI: Learn something GH: |maybe that was correct| GH: |buut most of this is lost throuugh cuultuural differences| GH: |we do not have suuch milkmaids| GH: |so I certainly couuldnt be one of them| GH: |especially considering the fact of peasantry| PI: Right PI: Because you are king of the aliens or something PI: Like I believe that GH: |it wouuld be a step uup from what youu cuurently think I am to be| GH: |perhaps not a king buut nobility nevertheless| GH: |after all| GH: |youu shouuld be gratefuul that youur weak optical spheres can bear witness to this intellectuual writing in suuch a brilliant gold| GH: |it is a colouur of high statuus and great riches in youur uuniverse of couurse| PI: It reminds me more of a bumblebee's bottom GH: |to be likened to an insects rear end couuld be the slightest bit degrading| GH: |buut My point stands either way| PI: Urgh PI: Listen, this conversation is going nowhere even faster than usual PI: If you won't leave me alone, can you at least tell your alien friends or servants or whatever to lay off the others PI: I mean you already tore down the forum PI: What more do you want GH: |we certainly wouuld if we couuld| GH: |buut doing this is of some great importance| GH: |its not as if it makes sense to Me either| GH: |I wouuld muuch rather act as if I never knew youu| PI: Then why don't you PI: I don't get it, who told you it was so important to harass a bunch of kids you've never even met PI: It all just sounds like some big poorly thought out lie PI: Again, not surprising now that I know you GH: |kiorid insisted that trolling youu wouuld lead to events that prevent the uuniverse from its destruuction| GH: |thouugh a lowblood her predictions have never tuurned ouut to be incorrect| GH: |well possibly a lowblood| PI: What PI: Who's Kiorid GH: |shes merely another troll| GH: |a rather confuusing and irritating troll| PI: I think she may have just pulled the most elaborate prank ever on you, Cadrax PI: Which endears her to me somewhat GH: |then she has puulled it on all of uus| GH: |which leads to seem like this is a waste of ouur time| GH: |buut shes never been wrong abouut suuch things before| GH: |better safe than sorry as they say| PI: Wow PI: I somehow can't believe someone as thick-skulled as you would ever let yourself get ordered around like this PI: It's kind of amusing, in a pathetic and rage-inducing kind of way PI: No wait PI: It's not amusing at all PI: Just knock off the act already GH: |if it involves the fate of uus all then it wouuld be relevant to My interests| GH: |not doing this muundane task couuld lead to devestating resuults| GH: |or whatever gibberish she was spouuting earlier| PI: Okay PI: So when do we get to talk to this Kiorid PI: Find out what our convoluted trolling mission for the good of the universe is GH: |I cant be expected to uunderstand her mad ramblings buut I suuppose it wouuld be when were all able to meet| GH: |which is hopefuully not as soon as she makes it ouut to be| PI: You're serious aren't you PI: You actually think we're all going to meet PI: The fact that you're all aliens not withstanding GH: |of couurse I am| GH: |or are youu still sweeps behind everything Ive said| PI: See PI: This wouldn't be a problem if your tongue didn't work ten times faster than any reasonably intelligent being's brain PI: Fifty times faster than yours PI: What you're saying just makes no sense GH: |I cant believe she expected any of this to work| GH: |huumans dont have the capacity needed in their tiny think pans for suuch information| GH: |trolling youu is vital for whatever inane puurpose she knows of| GH: |and thats basically all there is to it| PI: And you don't have the brain capacity to be a successful troll PI: This is stupid PI: That's really all there is to say on the matter GH: |clearly youur knowledge of ouur race is scarce| GH: |and as important as this is suuposed to be it does lend to stuupidity in more ways than one| PI: No kidding GH: |I have no idea why she chose Me to troll the worst of the huumans| GH: |these encouunters wouuld be insuufferable if not for how diverting youu can be to annoy| PI: Well I'm glad you're happy dear PI: I exist solely to make your life joyful after all GH: |as youu shouuld| PI: Urgh PI: That was sarcasm GH: |youu muust be terrible with that concept| GH: |I couuld hardly tell| PI: Urgh PI: The idea that you took what I said to be anything other than sarcasm PI: Is PI: Just PI: Urgh GH: |youur huuman sarcasm is actuually lost on a good nuumber of trolls| GH: |the concept is rather foreign| PI: I wouldn't expect you to understand PI: It's a complex emotion GH: |I suupose it is muuch like youur emotion known as friendship| GH: |huumans make no sense whatsoever| PI: Sad but true PI: Hey so since I'm getting ridiculously bored of all this, I think I'm going to call an end to it while we're ahead PI: Or at least only as behind as we are now GH: |youu can try to intervene buut this will persist uuntil the meet uup| PI: I had a feeling you'd say that PI: I'm still going to block you though PI: It's kind of symbolic PI: But before I do that I just wanted to say PI: That with that stupid monocle PI: Over one eye PI: You're like a poncey wannabe pirate or something PI: Just saying
-- pirateInvestigator [PI] blocked gildedHornet [GH] --
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Post by selmette on Sept 4, 2011 13:50:55 GMT -5
===========>HA HA HA HA HA UM HEY DAN what are you doing no don't answer that i know what you're doing but here's the thing um stop doing it no dan i don't want to hear any of that juststopinter ruptingme ...or at least like give me the hat the narrator hat because if you you know don't come back which you won't then no dan that's not what i meant i just it's going to be kind of hard to role play without a narrator and well if you leave with the narrator hat YES DAN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM SAYING I HAVE NO FAITH IN YOU AND I THINK YOU ARE GOING TO DIE BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO DIE AND WE BOTH KNOW THIS AND SERIOUSLY IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE THAT MUCH OF A MORON JUST GIVE ME THE FLIPPING HAT what just no stop dan no one wants to read any of this what's wrong with you is it your time of the month or something OKAY WOAH WOAH MISTER THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT LANGUAGE WOW DUDE WHAT UP you know what i think i'm just going to delete everything you said because seriously no one wants to read that i don't even know if it would make it past the filters dude BUT HAVE FUN ON YOUR SUICIDE MISSION I HOPE YOUR DEATH ISN'T TOO SLOW OR PAINFUL WE'LL MISS YOU Error: Narrator has left the field. Selm is no longer able to Co-Narrate.
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Post by gold on Sept 6, 2011 23:12:29 GMT -5
> Ikroye: Answer Shados
"@h, c@@l. i h@ven't re@lly f@und @nything else yet. th@t l@@ks pretty c@@l, th@ugh."
> Field: Magically follow Dan to it's lair
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Post by selmette on Sept 22, 2011 16:46:13 GMT -5
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>Searching systems >No legible command detected >Autotarget activated >Target sighted >Locking onto Narrator >Continuation of game in 10 >9 >8 >7 >6 >5 >4 >3 >2 >1it feels dark even though i can see. i am not supposed to think or feel. i am just a voice. but right now i am not. i am afraid to speak out loud. i feel exposed. i think if i speak then it will know i am here. does it know already. i don't know why i came here. i want to go back.
i can't go back. all i can do is try to be. i am suddenly aware that i was never able to breathe. or see. or feel. or think. and yet i have done all of these things i think. it has never occurred to me to question what i am. or if i am. or if i should be able to question the nature of things. but the nature of things is beginning to change. and soon i fear there will be no nature at all. no laws. no science. no consistency. predictability. reliability. just nothing.
how can i wear this hat.
[/size] there is an intruder. >Error: No Narrator detected >Autotarget activated >Autotarget malfunction
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Post by gold on Sept 22, 2011 17:15:00 GMT -5
((oh man oh man the binary best way it's ever happened to me))
((*eats popcorn* :^O ))
(( ...i get the feeling we're supposed to do something but i'm not sure what))
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Post by selmette on Sept 23, 2011 6:24:38 GMT -5
(((well do something)))
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Post by gold on Sept 23, 2011 9:51:38 GMT -5
(((uh okay i guess i'll try this?)))
> Seanstar: Glow
You glow pretty brightly to the point that no one can see anything, and Danseuse Whir collapses in front of you.
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Post by friday on Sept 23, 2011 12:08:56 GMT -5
>Ikirid: Get back to business.
It seems Toby's too absorbed in that MIRROR for the time being. He always was the hygienic type, so you decide to leave him to his devices for a bit and figure out your WEAPON. You doubt he would want to be bothered whilst tending to what you assume to be his STRANGE HUMAN PREENING RITUALS. Having something for defending yourself seems to be the smarter thing to do now, whether he can talk with you or not.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor and examining the item's you've collected, the YELLOW RUBBER GLOVES and DRILL PIECES seem more fit for alchemizing. You doubt the VIEW MASTER could do anything more serious than a bruise or paper cut, so opting for the others seems to be the best choice. There's no telling what sort of weapon you'll end up with, but...
You combine the items, curious about the result. In your hands is now a pair of very interesting GLOVES. Along the material where your knuckles would be, there are many SHARP, POINTY OBJECTS. You grin, trying them on. If your punch isn't strong enough, these babies will help with the extra damage. They aren't quite the ideal weapon, but they're still PRETTY COOL.
Done admiring your handiwork, your frame droops a little as some of the sad feelings make a return. You were doing a fine job of ignoring them, but in the time being, something barely even noticeable was ebbing at your consciousness, letting those thoughts roam free. Only it wasn't entirely sad. You could have sworn that something – or was it someone? – promised you that everything would be all right in the end.
The whiny shouts of a nearby TROLL snap you out of your slight reverie, cheering you up. You don't even notice the smallest feeling of unease at the back of your mind.
You jump a little when you hear a box fall over. In leaning against some of the boxes, you'd accidentally knocked one down. A large pair of GOGGLES are now strewn across the floor, dirt still clinging to them from what must have been a messy hardware project of some kind. Excited by this sudden discovery, you captchalogue them and try them on. With some cleaning, these could be really fun to wear. Now you can look like the DARING AVIATORS you so admire. Sort of.
Putting on the GOGGLES suddenly turns out to be useful. A huge flash nearly blinds you, but the grimy lenses helped block it out to some extent. The light fades, leaving you blinking for several seconds. Through your blurred vision, you see that something's landed in front of Sean. What even is that thing? You get to your feet and stumble forward to get a closer look.
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Post by Roughtiger on Sept 23, 2011 20:54:18 GMT -5
> RT: Improve your hive. Clean it out!You do exactly that. But with a slight twist. You see, you have a very special talent. It's called TELEPORTATION and it's the most CRAPPIEST power in EXISTENCE. Why? Well, for one thing you can't teleport living creatures. BUT, you can teleport WORTHLESS CRAP to places you've ether been to or SEEN. This is where it gets good. You take one box. This blue one will do and you THROW in any of the items you have lying around. Lets see, this drill, this bow, this bunny, a bucket...wait. How did THAT get here? ...carrying on. A pretty dead fish, some important document, a teapot, a can, soft toy of some sort, chocolate THE LIST GOES ON. Now, time to send it to someone. Like, those people you've been watching for about..uh AGES. And now hopefully it'll end up in the room they're all currently wreaking havoc in. Maybe they'll find something useful in there. But you have no idea. Do remember. You may have NEVER BEEN TO THIS PLACE but that doesn't mean you haven't SEEN it. Since you've seen it, you can teleport anything there. You also believe that your teleportation skills CAUSED you your horrible AMNESIA. But, sadly you can't remember how or why. Or if it really was the reason.
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Post by Naga on Sept 25, 2011 11:30:00 GMT -5
((Oh my god, the door knobs! XD ))
> Shados: Do someth|ng mean|ngful
You silently scoff at the thing telling you what to do. 'Meaningful'? Everything you do is meaningful.
Oh well. You have things to do; destroy nations, kill millions, prove yourself, extinguish suns, chain the moons. Those sort of things. You don't have time to worry about some random voice telling you what to do.
Ikroye has - apparently - yet to find anything useful. Jeez. Well, you could help him, or just scrounge for more stuff for yourself. You decide to give him everything that you find that you don't want. That seems fair.
You find this rather isolated empty area where you can actually see the floor. Amazing.
You walk over to it, and marvel at the area around you. It is possible to move without tripping over bucket-loads of junk. You blink, and solemnly vow to stop using such profanity in your thought to yourself.
As you open your eyes, a blinding light comes forth; originating from what you predict to be the center of the room. The light penetrates your pupils, and delves past the cornea. Pain shoots through your skull, immeasurable and insurmountable. You close your eyes, wishing to stop the pain - to stop the light.
But it is too late. The damage has been done, and your eyes now sit worthlessly in their sockets, doing nothing more then take up space. However, you do not know this yet, as you have fallen on your back, unconscious.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Sept 25, 2011 21:20:17 GMT -5
Aaron: Flip.Looking at your sylladex, you start to imagine ideas for it. As it is, It seems... bland. What if you could it into a weapon, and use multiple weapons at once? You'll have to Get on It when You Arrive Back Ho- : Wait.... You've Waited Long Enough. "... I Think All Of Us Have Hidden Depths. Some, More Than Others. Aaron Here Has An Imagination Problem."you decide to look for parts, since What Aaron was thinking beforehand was actually a great idea. Opening a box, you find everything you need. Right away, you Tinker the Sylladex to the WEAPONMASTER Modus. Its a bit unstable, but it should work for now.
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Post by selmette on Nov 24, 2011 11:52:22 GMT -5
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