coppelius
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Post by coppelius on Oct 21, 2017 4:46:47 GMT
You decide that it is time to abandon all fear and trepidation. You're sick to death of all these hijinks in one room and you need to burst out somehow,and what is a more romantic way than to phase through the wall like it was MARIO 64 (whatever that is) or SOMETHING? You begin with a running start, generating momentum, and then you execute a FLAWLESS POET ROLL. The performance grants you +3 Style Points that may be spent at a later date.
Unfortunately, it seems you only managed to POET ROLL FLAWLESSLY right into the wall. Whatever this mansion may be built out of is far too strong to be pierced by the spinning torso of a meager poet. Perhaps you should have invoked Sonic the Hedgehog instead of Mario? That's the one who does the spin attacks, right?
No matter. Your tomfoolery has left you KO'd for the time being!
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A SECOND OBSERVER takes a few steps back from his spyglass. Perhaps now would be a good time for him to take a break, seeing as his subject won't be up to much for awhile. In fact, it seems high time for him to introduce himself.
You are now SERVESHEARST, the BUTLER. Until quite recently you had been observing the actions of an OCCUPANT in your master's mansion, though it would be more appropriate to describe him as an UNWILLING GUEST instead. The night is still young and your plans seem to be going ahead of schedule.
What do you do?
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Post by Curris on Oct 21, 2017 4:57:34 GMT
Prepare the secret passages, and ensure that the mansion has a plentiful, but tasteful smattering of possibly lethal weapons strewn about.
Check in on the other guests!
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chipz
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Post by chipz on Oct 21, 2017 5:00:18 GMT
>Servehearst: begrudgingly admire that sick poet roll you just witnessed
>Servehearst: build a fort out of those books
>Servehearst: inspect poster
>Servehearst: contemplate staging a coup and taking over the mansion for yourself
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coppelius
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Post by coppelius on Oct 22, 2017 3:48:04 GMT
 Bolted to the wall is a large poster that lays out the results of your PAINSTAKING DATA-COLLECTION and the judgements processed by your master. The first guy you've known for a loooong time, so it wasn't hard to make a list for him. His antics really get your master's goat for some reason. You would never tell your master this, but you do find the hero's hi jinks to be oddly endearing in a way. It's difficult to express. Moving on you find the Paranormal Investigator. You and Bad Baronet basically came to the same conclusion on this one. Never before was a captor so desperate to lose his captive. After that is... The other guy. He's... He's a tough nut to crack, that's for sure.
You cannot help but contemplate in awe at the acrobatic skill of the poet. In more appropriate circumstances it would have served him well, but unfortunately he seemed to have miscalculated the fortitude of the walls. Oh well, he won't make that mistake again, that's for sure.
Those aren't books in the shelf down there! They're DVDs! How else do you think he is playing those movies on the wall? Watching people through the spyglass all day is boring, so it makes much more sense to play a movie through it if not just to keep yourself entertained. You've acquired many favorites over the course of your duties, there's not a whole lot to tie them together. You guess that makes your taste a little eclectic. You're probably just bored, though. Any movie is better than no movie, you figure.
You change disks on your projector using the handy dial provided on the camera.
The view changes.
Yep. It's this guy. You used to be a little worried about the fact that he seemed to just stare into the projector's light like that. It can't be good for anyone's light. Then again, he's probably not actually watching. If there's anything you've learned about THIS guy it's that he has a thing for spacing off. That's what makes him so creepy, you bet. He sleeps with his eyes open. What's going on in that head of his? It's like a triple-enigma. A seal-ed book. If you had the DREAM LENS for your spyglass you could probably figure things out, but alas, it was confiscated.
Your fist clutches into the familiar flex of angst. Your blood begins to boil a little bit. Oh how sometimes you just loathe your master. He's more of a brute than a baronet at times. Confiscating your lenses and making you watch these shitty movies or clear some creepy investigator's chamber pot. Existence is such a burden when you live under a creep like the Bad Baronet. You have often fantasized about doing away with him and squatting on the house yourself but...
No. You are resigned. Maybe in your younger years you would have tried to seize control, but now it is too late for you to try and usurp his tyranny. Besides, you still have fun in your own way around here.
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chipz
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Post by chipz on Oct 22, 2017 4:08:40 GMT
>Serveshearst: Build a card house out of DVDs and pretend it's a mansion YOU own, and the BAD BARONET is YOUR butler
>Servehearst: Make Paranormal Investigator watch Garfield 2
>Serveshearst: Check in on AD
>Serveshearst: Open that door
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Post by Curris on Oct 22, 2017 9:11:26 GMT
Serveshearst --> Go find the head maid and get your FLIRT on, if you know what I mean.
*waggles mustache*
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coppelius
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Post by coppelius on Nov 4, 2017 22:31:58 GMT
 You peek outside of the window to try and see if AD is scrambling around out there. You are calmed immediately by seeing nothing! Just outside as normal!
As you decide to tell the Maid of your predicament it seems she has run off! Great. You should have figured that the only time she would stick around with you was when she was spacing out like that.
You stare at the twinkling pink wonder in the distance. You can only begin to marvel at whatever it may be. It is very pretty though! Perhaps it is some traveler from beyond the veil of space, signalling a hello to the world below. It's a lovely thought, a greeting given even if it could not be returned. How lucky those below are to have those up above.
The manor is still in its exterior. All that moves is the predictable coolness of the autumn breeze. December seems to make her entrance premature, but such an allowance you make when you have warmth and comfort lying behind you.
The stillness of the rest of the world acknowledged, you know that within the winding halls of this prison wrought by your masters that there is much astirring.
For generations you have been a steward here, and once you thought for generations a steward you would remain. The scent of snow reminds you that there is more, and in your hearth it lights the hypothermic flare of ambition.
So begins any story, with expressive glances and maiden's trances. Armies prepare, unsheathing lances. The wind still dances. The poet prances. You would continue to rhyme, but it makes poor stances. There lies a riddle at the heart of all earthly doings, and it seems just now as you rhyme like the two bit dolt you were just watching that it begins to truly puzzle you. The DICK is still on the loose somewhere, and though determined you are to get him, you feel less concerned than you once were. A distant trumpet blares from the past, and history speaks to you from the panes of this window to the wilderness before you.
"When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze." -- Thomas Carlyle
This is an actual, real quote from Thomas Carlyle. Not something said by Walt Whitman or Snoop Dogg.
You will admit you've never actually read Carlyle though. He's a little scary.
No one was adding new suggestions so I figured I'd just post more to show that I was still committed to the project, haha. I hope you all like the flash well enough. Music credit to Earthbound and its amazing composers. If any of you are having any issues with viewing it, please tell me and I'll try to do something to fix it. I'm not the best at Actionscript 3.0, so if I accidentally created an eternal loading screen I'm sorry. This is my first time, like, really actually using flash so it is just a bunch of awkward tweens and stuff but it's a bunch of awkward tweens I spent a good five hours trying to make yesterday.
Speaking of, I'm serious about the viewing it in windowed mode. I haven't figured out a way for it to stay in the 650x450 border on its own thing, so it just expands how it wants and makes the effect look really obvious. If any of you know a way to figure that out or how to just do actual zooms in and out with flash, please say so because it would be a real life saver. Similarly if any of you know how to get a working button in Actionscript 3.0, please PM me or something. I wanted to have a back button on this thing, but I couldn't get it to work.
Other than all of that, I guess I'd just appreciate feedback and any advice you guys can give. I know for the few of you who have been real consistent with their suggestions I've sort of cockblocked y'all, and that's something I'll try to stray away from from now on.
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Post by Curris on Nov 11, 2017 3:25:19 GMT
Search the ancestral chamber. Sounds Spooky
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coppelius
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Post by coppelius on Nov 11, 2017 6:26:49 GMT
You cannot help but to gulp a little bit as you think about the different places the DICK could have gone off to. There is a distinct, if rather slim possibility that he may be taking refuge in your master's ANCESTRAL CHAMBER. The room is one of the most sacred of this whole accursed place, which in context means that it is probably one of the most cursed locations one can imagine. Even now you begin to shiver. But, being adamant in your search you proceed.
You are now in the ANCESTRAL CHAMBER. All of these artifacts are mementos and depictions of previous BARONETS and their ignoble predecessors. Your master's lineage is ancient and varied, and each figure of prominence within it carries with him a degree of PERIOD TYPICALITY as well as MYSTIC CRIMINALITY.
For instance, here is the former warden of a castle which once stood where this manor now sits. This man was a knight of great cunning and power, yet had tastes so vile that even the witch-knight GILLES DE RAIS would go pale to see his wicked machinations. He apparently had the vanity of a very Narcissus, and so covered his face with the helmet more out of self conscious shame than anything else. You wouldn't show your face either if you were someone like him. Though probably for different reasons. The mask is worn right now because there is only a stuffed model inside that suit of armor.
This right here is a great statue of one of your master's earliest ancestors, a provincial senator of the great ROMAN EMPIRE. The chronicles remain ambiguous on him, but from what you know he was a magnate whose wealth rivaled that of Croesus and whose degeneracy matched Caligula's. One of the more interesting stories was the matter as to his epithet, which came to him by--
You are now the AGRONOMISTIC DICK. You didn't feel like playing games of cat and mouse with this creepy butler anymore so you decided to give him a good taste of the ol' Shepherd's stick. Besides, there was a disturbing dissonance between the knowledge possessed by this guy as compared to that possessed by any player. It is far more useful from a story telling perspective to focus on a protagonist that is of similar situational awareness and knowledge to the player. In your case, that's two things. JACK and SHIT. You were minding your own business attending to picturesque CENTRAL-EUROPEAN SHEPHERD-Y THINGS until you decided to wander over to this castle and BLAM you're dreamin' up a storm about some fat, lazy cat and his permissive attitude towards war crimes or whatever. Memories are hazy. Your imagine ain't the best, see? Whatever.
What do you do?
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Post by Curris on Nov 11, 2017 19:56:07 GMT
Fiercely vow to return to your BELOVED PIGSHEEP. They must be distraught without you.
Hide the butler behind the Senator Statue, as any good Knockout (Clue-Murder) should.
Go upstairs to the top of the house.
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Post by Curris on Nov 12, 2017 9:04:31 GMT
Apologize profusely in your RUSTIC ACCENT. Doff ye cap.
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coppelius
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Post by coppelius on Nov 12, 2017 14:33:06 GMT
 You struggle for a little bit, attempting to regain your senses. As they come back to you, your senses immediately begin to quarrel.  Your GENTLEMANLY IMPULSE says that you should apologize to the lady, and that your RUSTIC ACCENT stat is high enough to possibly flatter or impress her.  On the other hand, your CHURLISH TEMPTATION says that the only course of action for you now is to give her a wallop to the snout to assert dominance. The plan lacks the subtleties of the other, but your long history of HOG WRESTLING, HOG KICKBOXING, and HOG MIXED MARTIAL ARTS speak to its unusual effectiveness. You are now caught in the NO MAN'S LAND of impulsive indecision! Meanwhile, the PULCHITRUDINOUS MAID realizes that she wasn't accosted by a ghost! She begins to apologize profusely instead. Yet it falls on distracted, if not deaf, ears. |
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Post by Curris on Nov 12, 2017 19:05:18 GMT
Follow all compulsions immediately!
Give her an apology fist to the Schnoz.
"This punch is made of polite regret!" You'll shout.
"Ouch!" She'll agree.
You'll laugh, you'll cry. It'll be a bonding experience.
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Post by Male Sylph on Nov 13, 2017 1:44:08 GMT
>Lightly push her over, so you can get in. If you have some paper and writing utensils on you, write her a NORMAL apology letter.
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coppelius
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Post by coppelius on Nov 13, 2017 3:13:05 GMT
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Post by Curris on Nov 14, 2017 0:32:21 GMT
Agronomistic Dick --> Proceed to the South Tower. You're from the Country, and South is the most Country of Directions. You're also the Agronomistic Dick, and towers are vaguely phallic, so, you know, it fits.
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Post by Male Sylph on Nov 15, 2017 1:45:49 GMT
AD: Examine the wall drawings.
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