ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 27, 2016 6:38:03 GMT
>Wake up.
A post-pubescent dwarf awakes in his bed, dread creeping even as the morning sun shines brightly through the window. By a sick twist of fate it just so happens that today, the 169th turning of the summer-copper solareon, is his birthday. Although it was only 16 solareons ego that he came into being, it is today that he will (probably) die at the hands of an elven douchenozzle or orcish ruffian. Needless to say, the thought of his imminent death has caused him to completely forget his name!
What will this dwarf's name be?
(note: 16 solareons is equal to 20 Earth years; another note: Earth is a planet that does not exist in this universe) |
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Post by Sharkalien on May 27, 2016 6:51:06 GMT
>Honeydew Diggyhole
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Post by hargleblargleboo on May 27, 2016 7:08:32 GMT
>Ostler Troat
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 27, 2016 8:47:20 GMT
> Bran Ironfist, son of the legendary blacksmith clan Ironfist~
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 27, 2016 17:15:04 GMT
>Enter Name: Honeydew Diggyhole.
 Naming a dwarf after one of the Gods of the Panthyogs is highly blasphemous! Your naming shenanigans appears to have snapped him out of his melancholy state into his typical choler, prompting him out of bed just to throw you some extremely distasteful hand signs. It would be wise to try again.
>Enter name: Bran Ironfist, son of the legendary blacksmith clan Ironfist. Eh, close enough. He seems to have stabilized his temper to a healthy +2.5, grumpy enough to hate the sound of aveoids shrilling outside but calm enough to do something other than be crass and panic.======> Your name as BRANT IROS, and as stated before you are a dwarf, a MOUNTAIN DWARF at that. Though typically a middle-class race, you are POOR AND ORPHANED. As such, you identify with your FELLOW WORKERS and view yourself as a humble EVERYMAN. Atypical for your kind, you have STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT THE IMPERIAL CLASS SYSTEM and hold a grudge against ELVES in general.
In addition to the typical DWARVEN BLACKSMITHING, you have a fondness for your homeworld's cuisine of ROOT VEGETABLES AND MEAT and have tried to make some yourself even though you tend TO BURN IT ALL. You also have the TRYPOPHILIA AND CLAUSTROPHILIA common to dwarves thanks to life in the caves, and when stressed out you will build PILLOW FORTS AND TUNNELS to make yourself feel better. You also have a strange obsession with RAGS-TO-RICHES stories despite your hardened REALIST attitude towards life.
Your gramoniker is bonafideForge and you tend to speak as plainly as possible.
You have a few hours before the Wardens call you to begin. What will you do? |
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Post by Rucorous on May 27, 2016 17:26:49 GMT
>Brant: Have a lewd fantasy with another male dwarf.
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 27, 2016 17:46:02 GMT
>Brant: Have a lewd fantasy with another male dwarf. Even better, a male dwarf and- wait for it... a male elf too  |
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Post by Neptz on May 27, 2016 18:35:26 GMT
>Adventure: turn out to be a dwarf fortress playthrough in disguise.
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Post by Sharkalien on May 27, 2016 22:05:56 GMT
>Retrieve arms. And by arms I mean weapons
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 28, 2016 0:30:36 GMT
>Brant: Have a lewd fantasy with another male dwarf... and a male elf too.
You try to fantasize about another strapping and attractive young dwarf. You try again with an elf, and even an orc for good measure. Lucky for you, you have been bestowed with a gift common to most dwarves: the inability to imagine anything! Dwarves make with their hands, not with their minds after all. If you are going to be doing lewd-anything, it better be right in front of your eyes.
>Adventure: Turn out to be a Dwarf Fortress playthrough in disguise.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?
>Brant: Retrieve arms. And by arms I mean weapons.
You grab your trustee forging hammer at the foot of your bed. You lovingly call her Mari-Cogni. Though the Clan Ironfist Iros no longer holds prestige, you still follow in their footsteps as up-and-coming blacksmith. You have crafted it all: weapons, armors, tools. Sadly, all of these other stuff you had to leave behind at the forge, bringing only MC as your only weapon. You thought you could have crafted anything else you needed with her for the Game. But alas, the whole shebang has its own stupid rules. Who cares, so long as you are alive, no one can touch MC. |
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Post by Sharkalien on May 28, 2016 0:57:30 GMT
>Go to the bakery for a sweet birthday pastry
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 28, 2016 3:54:24 GMT
>Go to the bakery for a sweet birthday pastry Yup, birthday boy gets a cake. It's a rule! YOU CANNOT IGNORE THE BIRTHDAYS LAWS! |
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Post by Rucorous on May 28, 2016 9:11:43 GMT
>Go talk to the YaOis.
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Post by smuchmuch on May 28, 2016 9:23:05 GMT
(No suggestion but just wanted to say: very nice art)
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 28, 2016 20:28:35 GMT
>Brant: Examine other personal items.
As said before, you had to leave most of your personal items back home at your forge. Heck, if you wanted to even fetch them you would have to go to a different planet entirely! You do, however, have an Imperial Infinivoid Inventory, an easy way to access personal items without having to physically carry them around. Your income allows you to maintain only 8 slots in the void, but for now you hold only a bag of gold and your holowatch in it. For safe keeping, you store MC in your first space. Don't wanna lose her on the big day.
ou scan the room in case you missed anything else. Nope. The room looks the same as it was a week ago when you moved in for game preparation. Thankfully, the Imperial Training Ground was decent enough to provide each of the players their own living quarters, in separate buildings no less. You, as a dwarf, received a medium-sized house, far roomier than the forge.
>Brant: Go to the bakery for a sweet birthday pastry.
Though no dwarf celebrates something as mundane as a birthday, you do have a hankering for something sweet and calorific. You figure that you might as well treat yourself before your incoming death, and steel your resolve to go to Training Ground Cafeteria and grab yourself a slice of sweet, sweet potapple cake. Heading out your room and into the foyer, you put your "I Will Suplex You Into the Sun" Face #3 and get into "Don't Run Into Me or I Will Make Your Grandmother Cry" Powerwalk #2 in hopes that the other players will avoid you. So long as you don't run into HIM, then you're safe.
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 29, 2016 3:30:52 GMT
> CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOE THE DOOR! ('OAO')
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Post by Curris on May 29, 2016 3:43:42 GMT
Beautifully arted!
Whelp. You didn't want to see him, but alas. Here he is. Luckily, you were moving with "Don't Run Into Me or I Will Make Your Grandmother Cry" Powerwalk #2 and have built up a good amount of momentum. Just barrel down through him. When the unstoppable force hits the immovable object, everyone knows to bet on the dwarf.
CHOO CHOO PAIN TRAIN COMING THROUGH~!
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Post by Rucorous on May 29, 2016 8:03:15 GMT
Beautifully arted! Whelp. You didn't want to see him, but alas. Here he is. Luckily, you were moving with "Don't Run Into Me or I Will Make Your Grandmother Cry" Powerwalk #2 and have built up a good amount of momentum. Just barrel down through him. When the unstoppable force hits the immovable object, everyone knows to bet on the dwarf. CHOO CHOO PAIN TRAIN COMING THROUGH~! "CHOO CHOO PAIN TRAIN COMING THROUGH~!" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) >Brant: Turn to your back, and notice a pain in your lower body ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) |
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Post by Nero on May 29, 2016 9:00:06 GMT
another day in homoerotic dwarfventure
>headbutt him in the nose
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Post by Curris on May 29, 2016 15:13:08 GMT
Delightful!
Countergrapple! Try to get the upper hand!
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 29, 2016 17:15:20 GMT
> Just... Let it all in man. Enjoy this moment =W=
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Post by Rucorous on May 29, 2016 17:58:15 GMT
>Brant: Engage in FAMILY VALUES and assume a HETEROSEXUAL SEXUALITY.
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Post by hargleblargleboo on May 29, 2016 19:33:04 GMT
>Brant: 'Tis folly to resist. Return the generous embrace!
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 30, 2016 20:14:48 GMT
>Brant: Countergrapple, try to get the upper hand! You mull over the idea of countering the elf's hug by grabbing him back and suplexing him, but you remember the strange customs of the night elves. As a subspecies of elf native to the dark caverns of their homeworld, visual greetings are generally disliked despite their kind's nightvision ability. Instead, they prefer tactile greetings like hand holds to greet strangers, butt slaps for acquaintances, hugs for friends, and close friends with a kiss right on the lips. Your ass was aching for days before the elf elevated you to friend status. You do not, however, return the elf's affections. He's pushing for you to become one of his close friends, and a kiss, though nice, would be unwelcome especially in the context of today. Clearly this guy either has some ulterior motive like roping you into an alliance for the upcoming Game or is too nice to even be here in the first place. In either case, you really don't want him to get too attached and vice versa. The Game is harsh, especially to the kind and trusting.>Brant: Let it all in man. Enjoy the moment. You decide to revel in the moment and enjoy this moment of companionship and intimate contact. You have always been fairly lonely and never had many friends. Not to mention with your upcoming death and possibly the elf's too, this maybe your last chance to get a hug like this. You sink into the warmth of his solid arms, leaning more of your weight into his body...======> You fall asleep in the elf's arms. The elf is clearly panicked, but you do not care because you are 100% unconscious.
Who will you be? |
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