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Post by Naga on Oct 31, 2012 22:19:31 GMT -5
Shade, a frequent forgoer of undead adversaries rationally decides upon a suitable course of action and reaction.
"KILL THEM! KILL 'EM WITH FIRE!!" he shouts, beginning to charge light and fire elements.
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Post by Lizica on Oct 31, 2012 22:36:15 GMT -5
Hmm, any chance I could join in on this excursion? I'll take the side that smells faintly of charred, whimpering, bioluminescent moss and try to hold a conversation with those ghosts. Maybe they know where some of that candy has gone? The ghosts are elated to see you. They swoop down, pluck you up, drop you into a chair, and immediately begin presenting their life's work. "It's so exciting to have a new audience member," one of them says. "I've heard Barry's talk five-hundred and thirty-seven times, but we get to lecture you for the first time!" The talk is well-rehearsed, but you really have no idea what Barry is talking about. You just wanted to find some candy for your trick-or-treating troubles. You could interrupt the lecture to inquire. Or you could listen to the ghost's talk. Or you could fall asleep. You're getting really tired, after all. Imagine if you will, a decision so hastily made, that it likely breaks the fourth wall, is self referential, and gets the narrator killed This decision is the decision Rod Serling deserves, but not the one he needs right now. And so, Serling narrates the zombie into an ironic re-death. However, zombies are undead, and if the undead are made redead, could they not undie again? C'est la mort in the twilight zone. Shade, a frequent forgoer of undead adversaries rationally decides upon a suitable course of action and reaction."KILL THEM! KILL 'EM WITH FIRE!!" he shouts, beginning to charge light and fire elements. Well done, pyromaniac and master of irony. You both proceed into the meeting room ahead, carefully stepping over the blackened redead-undeads. You notice some brightly-colored ladybugs flitting down to examine the zombies... But in the corner, lo and behold, you see it! The giant candy stash! The wacko at the front door wasn't kidding. This is a great smorgasbord for the sweet tooth. You take one more step towards it--and a trigger-happy Exploding Popsicle erupts. The meeting room floor, already dilapidated and soggy, gives way, plunging both you and the candy stash into the darkness of the basement. You should apologize to the person you just squashed. Above you, you hear the distant sounds of shuffling, growing louder. Anyway, there are still three candles (blue, yellow, or green) for you to light, but you now also have the option to crawl around in the basement in search of the candy. Try not to set off the popsicles again. |
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Post by icon on Oct 31, 2012 23:28:37 GMT -5
Hmm, any chance I could join in on this excursion? I'll take the side that smells faintly of charred, whimpering, bioluminescent moss and try to hold a conversation with those ghosts. Maybe they know where some of that candy has gone? The ghosts are elated to see you. They swoop down, pluck you up, drop you into a chair, and immediately begin presenting their life's work. "It's so exciting to have a new audience member," one of them says. "I've heard Barry's talk five-hundred and thirty-seven times, but we get to lecture you for the first time!" The talk is well-rehearsed, but you really have no idea what Barry is talking about. You just wanted to find some candy for your trick-or-treating troubles. You could interrupt the lecture to inquire. Or you could listen to the ghost's talk. Or you could fall asleep. You're getting really tired, after all. "Hmm, I'll listen to the talk for a bit, it could be interesting... though if it goes on for too long maybe I'll pipe up about the candy." He listens to the ghost named Barry for a while, who seems to be talking about... honestly the kid can't quite tell. It might have something to do with Broadway musicals, but the language is so archaic that it could just as easily be talking about medieval folklore. About five or seven minutes pass and it looks like the speech is going to be going on for quite a while... Not wanting to literally become bored to death, the kid speaks up cautiously. "Err, excuse me? I really do hate to interrupt the speech, it's absolutely riveting believe you me, but would any of you happen to know where I could find some candy?" |
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Post by Coaster on Nov 1, 2012 0:21:23 GMT -5
Hearing the crash above and attempting to duck out of the way (yet still getting singed by some of the really wicked hot cocoa), and wanting to see the results of this architectural nightmare, Coaster immediately lights... the match. (Duh.) After that, he lights the green candle, witnessing Shade and the rest of the meeting room in a messy-looking heap on top of whatever was on the floor earlier. Another exploding popsicle has started sizzling.
"Darn, and that's the one I was going for, too!"
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Post by Celestial on Nov 1, 2012 9:49:18 GMT -5
Disable it with magic. *burns the moss away* Bravo! The moss just crumbles under the sheer power of your--hang on. Hang on, now. Wait, stop. STOP. The moss is regrouping and curling fiercely about your legs. It's growing back stronger than before. You burn it again--then again--with your magic, but again and again the same thing happens, each time the situation worsening. All of a sudden, however, a small ladybug innocently lands on your shoulder. Your magic power triples, and the moss withers away, making whimpering sounds. Now that the path is clear, you see a presentation room ahead, complete with ghosts flying with hovering dinner plates and chairs. Or if ghosts aren't your cup of tea, there's also a staircase that goes downstairs, though the steps are slippery and brittle./quote] I try to befriend all of the ghosts. Who knows, they might be friendly? And if not, well, I've got magic. |
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Post by Yoyti on Nov 1, 2012 10:21:27 GMT -5
Anyway, there are still three candles (blue, yellow, or green) for you to light, but you now also have the option to crawl around in the basement in search of the candy. Try not to set off the popsicles again. Imagine, if you will, a candle burning so well, the flame actually hovers above the wick. Such is the candle of green pigment when lit by Rod Serling. Before Rod Serling fades into the twilight zone. |
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Post by Lizica on Nov 1, 2012 10:33:30 GMT -5
((I'm having waaay too much fun with this. xD Hope you are, too.))"Hmm, I'll listen to the talk for a bit, it could be interesting... though if it goes on for too long maybe I'll pipe up about the candy." He listens to the ghost named Barry for a while, who seems to be talking about... honestly the kid can't quite tell. It might have something to do with Broadway musicals, but the language is so archaic that it could just as easily be talking about medieval folklore. About five or seven minutes pass and it looks like the speech is going to be going on for quite a while... Not wanting to literally become bored to death, the kid speaks up cautiously. "Err, excuse me? I really do hate to interrupt the speech, it's absolutely riveting believe you me, but would any of you happen to know where I could find some candy?" Barry the ghost stops lecturing, and the room of ghosts turns towards you in displeasure. Finally, Barry bursts into tears. "Candy! Candy! That's all everyone ever talks about these days!" he wails. "The zombies were just lording it over us, and now YOU want to LEAVE us for candy?" Sobbing, the ghost flies from the room, phasing through a closed door on the far side of the room. You hurry after him and open the door--only to find that the next room possesses no floor! You windmill your arms wildly, but it's no use. Just before you fall into the cavernous depths, however, you grab the edge of the presentation room floor. Behind you, across the abyss, a freakish horde of smoldering skeletal creatures are shaking their fists at you and yelling something about burnt cookies. Forget being between a rock and a hard place. You're between zombies, ghosts, and a dark fall. A ghost from the presentation room hovers over and sees your predicament. "I could help you up," he says carelessly. "But you DID try to abandon our talks, so I'm quite disillusioned. Perhaps I might be willing to save you if you offer to stay and hear the rest?" You could agree and let him pull you back up. Or you can hang on and wait for a superpower ladybug to grant you enough strength to pull yourself up on your own. Hey, maybe Princess Celestia can help you up or convince the ghosts to help you! You could flounder around for responses until your fingers can't hold on any longer. Or you could scream "NEVERRRRR!!" and dramatically fall into the depths. Hearing the crash above and attempting to duck out of the way (yet still getting singed by some of the really wicked hot cocoa), and wanting to see the results of this architectural nightmare, Coaster immediately lights... the match. (Duh.) After that, he lights the green candle, witnessing Shade and the rest of the meeting room in a messy-looking heap on top of whatever was on the floor earlier. Another exploding popsicle has started sizzling. "Darn, and that's the one I was going for, too!" Imagine, if you will, a candle burning so well, the flame actually hovers above the wick. Such is the candle of green pigment when lit by Rod Serling. Before Rod Serling fades into the twilight zone. Lighting the match--then the green candle--culminates in a Rube Goldberg machine Domino effect. The six of us watch in amazed horror as lighting the candle alerts a motion sensor (hovering flame or not), which flips a switch, which fully illuminates a hanging bulb, which brightens one corner of the basement, which causes a damaged wire to explode in sparks, just as the Exploding Popsicle also explodes all over us (that one was kiwi-strawberry flavored, yumm), and the sparks and explosions cause a fire in some flammable chemicals on a nearby shelf, which then causes something in the still-dark half of the room to leap up in fright and bellow in shock. "FIRE!" A gigantic, yellow-skinned Frankensteinian creature bounds from the darkness and smothers the flames. Then, rounding on us, he cries, "You did that on purpose, didn't you? You knew my sprinkler system is rusted and my smoke alarms are out of batteries!" You could explain the situation to him. Accidents, candy, floor fallout, all that jazz. You could make a peace offering--anybody got any spare batteries? You could totally freak out, grab a pitchfork from the corner, and threaten the creature with it, demanding to be given the candy and a way out of the basement. Does this Floating Bubble Gum really float? Because if so...
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Post by Naga on Nov 2, 2012 6:41:18 GMT -5
"Good sir - may I call you Frank? - I apologize for the situation, truly. However, this mess was bound to happen you know. Was your absence due to looking for batteries and replacement parts? Because I am sure if you were here to warn us, we certainly wouldn't have lighted the candle."
Congratulations! [Guilting] Leveled up!
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