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Post by alexmdle on Apr 22, 2016 2:03:29 GMT
: You take a brief break from your ongoing existential crisis to go on a different adventure. As to who you are, your name is not important. You're a KID and most people refer to you as such. You're standing over a majestic plain cliffside, overlooking a dense forest and a tall castle. For quite some time now, you have been searching for this place. Various clues and subtle trails have led you here on the back of a myriad off-screen escapades, all of them quite dangerous. But danger doesn't really concern you, or, more likely, you're ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY HELLBENT on concluding your business here. Failure or withdrawal are not an option. Time you got off that cliff.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 2:11:09 GMT
Post by Sharkalien on Apr 22, 2016 2:11:09 GMT
>Jump off the edge
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 2:14:06 GMT
Post by Neptz on Apr 22, 2016 2:14:06 GMT
>Bark like a dog and shit down the cliff.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 2:40:48 GMT
Post by alexmdle on Apr 22, 2016 2:40:48 GMT
: You jump down the cliff. : It occurs to you that this is a TERRIBLE IDEA. OH GOD, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?? : You hit the ground. It wasn't very far down below. Yeah, that cliff wasn't actually very high up the road, it just looked so dramatic, you couldn't resist. You stll hurt your shins during the landing. You spend the next hour iterating a Family Guy routine, while clutching your legs.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 3:21:47 GMT
Post by Sharkalien on Apr 22, 2016 3:21:47 GMT
>Flesh legs are for the weak. Remember to replace them with cybernetic ones at some point in the future.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 5:06:24 GMT
via mobile
Post by The Paradoxical Insurgent on Apr 22, 2016 5:06:24 GMT
>Check Inventory
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 5:44:19 GMT
Post by Actually Ed on Apr 22, 2016 5:44:19 GMT
>Look at giant box in the distance
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 9:42:40 GMT
Post by typeandkey on Apr 22, 2016 9:42:40 GMT
>Loudly declare yourself the ruler of all you survey. You are now the god-emperor of all things.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 9:46:09 GMT
Post by alexmdle on Apr 22, 2016 9:46:09 GMT
: You peer into the abstract depths of your inventory. It is nigh limitless and full of yawning emptiness. You usually accumulate a large amount of useful items over the course of your adventures, but through some unforeseen circumstances, always lose them when another one begins. It's inexplicable and infuriating. At the very least your equiped WEAPON and ARMOR are still there. A plain sword and green (you'll have to trust me on that one I guess) pajamas. : What do you mean? It's... it's... Yeah, it totally looks like a giant box. You wonder if there is any significant meaning to that.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 9:52:39 GMT
Post by typeandkey on Apr 22, 2016 9:52:39 GMT
>Investigate this box shaped box of unknown boxy origin. Your box quest begins now.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 12:42:11 GMT
Post by alexmdle on Apr 22, 2016 12:42:11 GMT
: You approach the giant castle box. It is a figurative and very literal dead end. A monolithic wall of solid cardboard rises far, far into the bleached sky, with nary an entrance to be seen. The sheer scale of this unearthly construct is naturally awe-inspiring, maybe even intimidating to a human eye, it's a black, towering spire of megalomania made flesh. Or carton, in this case.
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The One Guy
Rust Maid
Posts: 1,148
Pronouns: he/him/his
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 14:21:10 GMT
Post by The One Guy on Apr 22, 2016 14:21:10 GMT
> It's cardboard, and you have a sword. You should be able to cut through it.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 14:31:42 GMT
Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 22, 2016 14:31:42 GMT
>Carve a path to glory through this Corrugated obstacle.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 16:15:08 GMT
Post by alexmdle on Apr 22, 2016 16:15:08 GMT
: Yes! : YES!!!
: Know your master, ye pulp.
You strike with the spirit of thousand box cutters, cleaving the thick, papery material in twain.
Something is happening. : The giant box facade falls by the wayside, revealing a somewhat smaller castle. : Ohh, you think you know what's going on. In the wild, castles often put up facades, much larger than they are, both to deter other, predatory castles and attract potential mates. At least, you think that's the case? You don't really know. You haven't really been to school much, what with all the adventuring.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 16:42:19 GMT
Post by froideriko on Apr 22, 2016 16:42:19 GMT
>Say hello to the castle! Then go enter.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 16:58:28 GMT
Post by Neptz on Apr 22, 2016 16:58:28 GMT
>That central tower kinda... You know what, just go inside.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 18:46:32 GMT
Post by alexmdle on Apr 22, 2016 18:46:32 GMT
: You tap the door lightly, it falls off the hinges. The inside is sealed shut with solid, cast iron and bolted firmly in place. Somebody really hates visitors. Guess you gotta find a different way in.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 18:58:47 GMT
Post by typeandkey on Apr 22, 2016 18:58:47 GMT
>Scratch graffiti on the wall. They probably deserve it.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 21:00:08 GMT
Post by Garo on Apr 22, 2016 21:00:08 GMT
>Check back of the castle.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 21:04:43 GMT
Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 22, 2016 21:04:43 GMT
>Dropkick the Door.
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 21:09:30 GMT
Post by Sharkalien on Apr 22, 2016 21:09:30 GMT
>Punch through the wall, Kool-Aid Man style. Oh yeah
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Wínd
Apr 22, 2016 22:22:27 GMT
Post by alexmdle on Apr 22, 2016 22:22:27 GMT
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Wínd
Apr 23, 2016 0:04:44 GMT
Post by typeandkey on Apr 23, 2016 0:04:44 GMT
>Scream like a terrified wee babby.
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Wínd
Apr 23, 2016 0:06:59 GMT
Post by garoslaw on Apr 23, 2016 0:06:59 GMT
>(Don't) Break a leg.
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The One Guy
Rust Maid
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Wínd
Apr 23, 2016 0:37:17 GMT
Post by The One Guy on Apr 23, 2016 0:37:17 GMT
> Yay, you made it in!
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