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Post by Curris on Oct 20, 2017 22:25:44 GMT
Sleep for ??Hours??
Wake to find that you've wrecked your room in your restless, fitfull thrashing.
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Post by cassis on Oct 21, 2017 0:03:19 GMT
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 Oh! Pressed into your mattress is your personal POCKET JOURNAL! Now you feel ready to run away. |
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Post by Curris on Oct 21, 2017 0:52:07 GMT
unfortunateAsterism isn't added in your relationship tab on your stat sheet. How do you know them, anyway?
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Post by cassis on Oct 21, 2017 1:39:35 GMT
unfortunateAsterism isn't added in your relationship tab on your stat sheet. How do you know them, anyway?  Leslie Roche, the current protagonist, is (UA)unforutnateAsterism on the instant messaging service CHAOS! The name refers to their HORRIBLE LUCK and FONDNESS FOR VARIOUS ASTERISMS. Other named characters so far are Shorty (SH)superHero and Angelo (AT)activeTurbines. |
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Post by Curris on Oct 21, 2017 2:43:15 GMT
Oops, my bad.
Well then. Leslie -> Enter a dramatic entry into Pocket Journal, detailing your imminent embarkation. Then, HIT THE ROAD!
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chipz
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Post by chipz on Oct 21, 2017 5:12:31 GMT
>Leslie: craft a hobo bindle! you can't run away properly without one!
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Post by cassis on Oct 21, 2017 19:17:32 GMT
 >>Add quest to journal to increase maxLuck. (suggested by Curris )
 You’re not sure what that means due to the fact that you have no sense capable of perceiving your current STATISTICS! While omniscient onlookers might be able to comprehend your obscure FATEBOUND SPARKNOTES, you do not. Despite this, you think you can improvise. You add your first quest to your journal. You slam you journal shut and add it to your sylladex. Your CONNECT-THE-DOTS sylladex registers your journal as a flat line. Weird, but you're not complaining about the abstract nature of your sylladex. |
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Post by cassis on Oct 21, 2017 23:49:13 GMT
>>FLEE (suggested by cealvan) Way ahead of you. You peek around the hallway for witnesses, specifically Nanna. You always considered her FONDNESS FOR THE OBSCURE AND MORALLY DUBIOUS charming and were not concerned with her HOME IN THE MIDDLE OF BUTTFUCK, NOWHERE. Even though it screams serial killer, you prefer living here than with your parents.
While you’re no stranger to victimizing yourself, you can’t see how that would improve your current situation. You have convinced yourself that calling the police would be equivalent to an admission of guilt, as you are neither GOOD AT RESPECTING AUTHORITY nor HAVE A CLEAN TRACK RECORD. This makes you sound almost BADASS but you promise anyone with that particular inkling that LEGAL TROUBLE IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. |
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Post by Curris on Oct 22, 2017 1:01:41 GMT
A) I love your cabin home.
B) Admire fine wall scrolls.
C) Lovingly pat stuffed bear wall mount.
D) Do something nice for Nanna.
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Post by cassis on Oct 22, 2017 23:17:00 GMT
 Thank you, disembodied voice! The ghosts that haunt this hallway certainly are friendly today. You tell Shorty that you are on your way to her house. ---(SH) superHero has beckoned (UA)unfortunateAsterism --- SH: hey i love your houseUA: lol thanks? its haunted af UA: hey im done packing i’ll be over in 10 by the way SH: k!!!! UA: do you think I can hide in your bunker? UA: do you get wifi down there? SH: well? Yeah we do but Mags sorta….
SH: lives there now???UA: your brother? SH: yeah hes been really paranoid lately
SH: more than usual at least
SH: I dont blame him though cus there was that fire and we almost had to be evacuated
SH: then the meteor that hit!!!!
SH: Id be scared too
UA: youre not? SH: nah not anymore |
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Post by Curris on Oct 23, 2017 1:37:43 GMT
Are you cool with Mags?
Is the bunker, you know, Survivable? Or will it be some Fall-Out style secretly terrible place to live?
Does Shorty need anything whilst your on your way over, like snacks or something?
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Post by cassis on Oct 23, 2017 23:11:49 GMT
>>CREATE BINGLE
(suggested by @catful)
You're going to take one last look around this spooky old place before you leave.
UA: you want anything from my kitchen? might as well raid this place before I head out. SH: oh! Chocolate!!! Preferably in various shapes, or perhaps one large shape!!! No liquids or any other states of matter!!!
UA: oh wait shit I forgot my sylladex is full. SH: then make a hobo bindle or something you doof!!!SH: you can always increase your inventory space Leslie!!!
SH: those are good for high mobility and can be equipped in your main hand slot!!!
UA: lol okay? |
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Post by Curris on Oct 23, 2017 23:24:02 GMT
Awww, no chocolately plasmas. . .
Oh well. Nab the cocoa and a tablecloth to bindle.
Are you ready for a fight? Maybe the bindle could be your strife allocation. You'll be some fearless lady warrior, and her bindle. Her Amazon bindle, if you will.
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Post by cassis on Oct 24, 2017 19:11:16 GMT
 Oh Franswa, your most loyal friend. Not really, but you only share your deepest secrets with your taxidermied roommates . Two can keep a secret only when the other is dead. You press your hand into the formaldehyde smelling fur and provide a pap of solidarity. Goodnight, old friend, watch over Nanna for me, okay? Who knew that departing with a stuffed bear would be the hardest part? |
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Post by cassis on Oct 26, 2017 3:39:01 GMT
This painting is Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights, a obscure triptych depicting heaven, Earth, and hell. Your favorite has always been hell, it looks like those guys are having a great time and you think someone is playing the trumpet out of their butt. Even Earth is appealing to you, the einsteinian bacchanal and rampant invention mixed with lust is charming. Heaven seems so uneventful in comparison. This painting really speaks to you. |
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Post by Curris on Oct 26, 2017 6:20:34 GMT
(Nothing to suggest at the moment, but looking good!)
(also, you weren't kidding about the butt-trumpet. Huh. TIL.)
==>
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Post by cassis on Oct 26, 2017 20:30:42 GMT
(Nothing to suggest at the moment, but looking good!) (also, you weren't kidding about the butt-trumpet. Huh. TIL.) ==>  curris youre wonderful never think that you are obliged to respond to this in any way lol. I actually already have the end of Chapter 1 in the works...so heres a bunch of my favorite screenshots from Garden of Earthly Delights.  -fish warrior stabs bucket head  -Lizard demon writing music on mans ass ( heres a link to what it sounds like) -Man stuck in drum by racoon jester and forced to listen to flute butt man -flute butt -owl man sits on egg while eating man with birds flying out of ass  -man has affair with nun pig and Sir froglegs  -uhh  -and whatever the fuck is goin on here
i am a serious author. |
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Post by cassis on Oct 27, 2017 0:25:59 GMT
You descend the staircase in record time with maximum dexterity, no need for warning or otherwise. The lights in the foyer have been turned off, the dearth of natural light providing Leslie with minimal vision. Familiar enough with the house, Leslie knows that the light switch is located through the arch in THE KITCHEN of all places. This old house had some strange wiring. The closed door is your NANNA’S ROOM, her old bones no longer capable of ascending and descending staircases with such youthful prowess. |
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Post by Curris on Oct 27, 2017 0:32:13 GMT
What's with the fuck pillow?
Also, why are there chemistry flasks here. Does Nanna cook meth or something?
Probably better to leave the lights off, if you're running away you don't want to give yourself away.
And, eat the snacks in the coffee table bowl.
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Post by cealvan on Oct 27, 2017 1:14:15 GMT
grab all the squiddles
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Post by cassis on Oct 27, 2017 18:00:01 GMT
That’s Nanna’s favorite pillow, she keeps it on the couch so everyone who enters can see your crowning achievement. Kidding, of course. You embroidered Nanna’s favorite word onto a pillow for her birthday. Your Nanna enjoys life’s frivolities much more than you do. The pillowcase would make a good base for your bindle. You're not sure if “equip” is the verb copacetic with the abstract medium in which you reside, so you slip the FUCK PILLOWCASE over your head. |
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Post by Curris on Oct 27, 2017 18:50:04 GMT
Hrm. Would it be helpful to also swipe a firearm from the wall? Nanna seems to have enough of them. She probably wouldn't miss one. You can use a shotgun as your bindle stick!
Besides, she might be disappointed in you for leaving the house without eight different firearms, like a responsible person!
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chipz
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Post by chipz on Oct 28, 2017 23:22:34 GMT
lol, the fuck pillowcase
>Turn that lamp on?
>Ask the magic 8 ball if everything will be okay
>Take the magic 8 ball
>Inspect the other objects on the shelf.
>Inspect the objects on the table.
>Inspect the stack of books.
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Post by cassis on Oct 29, 2017 2:26:13 GMT
 Nanna presumably set out these MIXED NUTS! Their glittering honey-roasted carapace is alluring, their fragrance making your midsection rumble in peristaltic waves. You shove handfuls into your mouth before flipping your hood back over your face, grateful that your FUÇKADE masks any raucous mastication that may give away your position. |
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Post by cealvan on Oct 29, 2017 19:53:31 GMT
is it just me, or is the squiddle blushing at that?
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Yeah we do but Mags sorta….
