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Post by Sharkalien on May 30, 2016 21:12:41 GMT
>The wizard
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Post by Curris on May 30, 2016 21:41:36 GMT
Let's be someone who is Setting Up the Game. A Referee or Director of said game. A Game Warden, if you will. Let's be him / her / they.
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 30, 2016 23:20:45 GMT
>Be the wizard.
You try to be the wizard. The wizard would like to inform you that the proper terminology is "arcanist" though "mage" would suffice in an informal setting and that "wizard" as it were is a slur to his people. The wiz- er, the mage would also like to inform you that he is currently busy drawing up a list of changes that he will enact once he becomes the emperor and would prefer it if you try to be someone else. Perhaps come back after a few others have been introduced.
>Be a Game Warden.
You cannot be one of the Game Wardens because as of last night, all of you have been brutally killed by an unseen and unknown being. The murderer had also drugged the guards with somnoform and they will not be waking up any time soon for your bodies to be discovered.
You should try being someone else. |
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Post by Curris on May 31, 2016 3:08:09 GMT
Let's be the KING!
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Post by Rucorous on May 31, 2016 5:27:47 GMT
>Be an actual woman.
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 31, 2016 14:48:36 GMT
> Be the assassin. It's time to kill your next target.
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 31, 2016 17:02:14 GMT
>Be the king. Or an actual female character. Why not be both? You are now the Empress, ruler of the elves, dwarves, and orcs. It can be said that YOU are the most important person. Not just in your empire but also in the Game. After all, it is YOU who started this session in the first place.Like all previous emperors, empresses, and emperyrs, you have been gifted with premonitions of your death which will occur sometime today, involving seafood of sorts. As tradition, a few weeks before your foreseen death your advisers will gather programmers, builders, trainers, and whatever else in preparation for the Game that will decide who will become the next Emperor.
======> Following the Bloodbind Wars, a pact between the blood elves and the 11 other races was created- they would recognize your ancestor’s rule only if she created a competition that would determine who becomes the emperor the following year. Each race’s representative must be guaranteed a chance to win.
They never specified how big the odds have to be. And much like your predecessors before you, you will skew the Game in favor of your son as much as possible.
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 You have already trained your son both physically and mentally for this game. The representatives from the other planets are not, though they have all been carefully selected under the pretense of fairness and recognition of achievement.
What fools your subjects are to believe this sewage!
Some your committee chose for their personality flaws, physical disabilities, anything that makes them cannon fodder for your son.
======> They also threw in a bunch of ne’er-do-wells: a few thugs, bums, and anti-imperial sentimentalists. Ensuring that their personalities are all in conflict, they have little chance of actually uniting against your son. Not only will he win the throne, but he also gets rid of the Empire’s worst. Two aveoids, one stone.
======> The final victim was a harder matter. As mountain dwarves are the most populous of the 12 races and formed the bulk of the middle class, you took care not to offend them by choosing an obvious loser.
The unfortunate player was drawn by lottery from among the poorest of mountain dwarves. You pity the luckless fool chosen.
======> The Game itself, MPyre, is a bloodbath. A Virtual Reality Multiplayer Game, or VRMPG, players compete against one another to conquer the virtual world riddled with monsters and traps. To increase the stakes, those who die in the game also die in real-life. The winner takes the crown, simple as that.
Of course, your programmers include a series of secret cheat codes for the heir and create more obstacles for the opponents, anything to ensure that your dynasty stays in power. That's what they did when you participated in your own session, and tradition is hard to shake off. In the end, your son will win, his enemies dead and demoralized. The Empire continues.
======>But you are not currently thinking about these things. Instead, you are fast asleep, exceedingly tired since last night's dinner. You worried that it would be your assumed seafood allergy kicking up, ready to kill you, but it was a false alarm. You slumber in peace.
>Be the assassin. You are now the assassin. It was far too easy to slip a sleeping elixir into everyone's food. Does the imperial taste tester even do her job properly? She did, but then you killed her. Oh yeah.It's pretty obvious that the cause of the Empress's death would be seafood-related. All the previous royals held a strange phobia about the tool of their demise. Ever since her complete embargo of sea products, you could not find a single tiny crustaceamorph or pisceanid anywhere to even slip into her soup. Besides, that would have alerted the entire guard of the plan. So you would have to kill her another way.>Assassin: Commit regicide. When this pisceanid flopped into your arms this morning as you tried to get yourself breakfast, it was clear that you were destined not to eat it. Oh no, this floppy icthyoform's purpose in the fabric of fate was far more important than quelling the hunger of a humble assassin.======> It was the herald of an empire's fall, and the rise of a republic. |
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 31, 2016 17:19:10 GMT
> START THE FUNREAL.
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Post by Rucorous on May 31, 2016 17:27:21 GMT
>Be the lead programmer for Sburb.
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Post by Neptz on May 31, 2016 18:40:46 GMT
>Brant: Be blisfully unaware of all the things that are happening currently.
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Post by Curris on May 31, 2016 19:12:35 GMT
Pisceanid --> Level up! (delightful fish-murder!)
Let's be the Heir! Oh man, I bet you're stoked for your domination of the Game, and ultimate uprising as the new Emperor. What policies have you been daydreaming about enacting?
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on May 31, 2016 23:15:58 GMT
Okay, I'm working on the next panel, but I would like some suggestions: what should the players' dreamselves wear instead of pajamas?
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Post by Sharkalien on May 31, 2016 23:17:43 GMT
Wetsuits
Or one long nightcap
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Post by Curris on Jun 1, 2016 0:11:21 GMT
Heavy Armor.
Dreamscapes are terrifying places, full of dark, and terrors.
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on Jun 1, 2016 2:16:55 GMT
>Brant: Be blissfully unaware of all the things that are happening currently. You are now Brant again, blissfully unaware of the murder that just happened. Instead you are now woefully confused. You have absolutely no clue where you have just woken up. A strange bed, a strange room... and what the hell are you wearing!? The stretchy form-fitting fabric is comfortable, even if it's something you wouldn't expect to wear to sleep. The room is a deep red, completely empty save for the bed and a window to the outside. How you ended up here is a mystery; last thing you remember, you fell asleep in the arms of that elf- HE must have done it! Your temper rises to a cantankerous +4.7, but anger won't help you figure out your location.>Brant: Look out the window.
 The outside looks even more foreign than the inside. Violet towers of bricks and stone rise above a murky fog. Below, empty paved streets wind around one another, lit by only the red light of gas lamps. And further still, you hear the sound of water cascading down, the probable source of all this damn mist. Your temper drops to +3.0, placated by the melancholic atmosphere. |
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Post by Sharkalien on Jun 1, 2016 3:20:18 GMT
>Maybe you're DREAMING. Check by flying out the window
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Post by Spira-Virgo on Jun 1, 2016 3:37:48 GMT
> See the one true moon!
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Post by Curris on Jun 1, 2016 7:11:37 GMT
Move into the murky twilight. Be comforted by a mist-producing waterfall!
Admire finely crafted gaslamps!
Marvel at intricately placed street cobbles!
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on Jun 1, 2016 19:54:25 GMT
>Brant: Maybe you're DREAMING. Check by flying out the window. Though skeptical, you take a step out the window and WOAH WHAT THE HECK. You hover what seems to be hundreds of feet high above the ground. Dwarves were never meant to be this high, and this extremely disorienting for you. Oh gosh. After a few minutes of flailing in the air, you think you get the hang of this. Time to explore this freaky dream world.>Brant: Move into the murky twilight. You fly off into the fog. Though the gaslights are many, the swirling mists are thick and make it difficult to make anything out. The purple towers all seem to be similar to one another, and the winding streets below are void of a single moving thing. And judging by the span of this place, it seems that it will be a while before you can find anything or anyone.
While Brant is off exploring, now would be a good time to try being someone else. |
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Post by Sharkalien on Jun 1, 2016 21:30:08 GMT
>Be the author
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Post by Curris on Jun 1, 2016 21:38:43 GMT
Let's either be the Hug-happy elf! Or we can be the person denoted by the Green crossed swords under two circles banner in the opening picture.
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Post by Neptz on Jun 2, 2016 0:32:22 GMT
>Let's be someone who ISN'T about to die any time soon.
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ilikeswordz
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Post by ilikeswordz on Jun 2, 2016 3:25:07 GMT
>Be the green symbol dude. You become the green symbol-======> You are now the hug-happy elf, though in this moment you do not particularly feel hug-happy. It is not your birthday, and right now the mood is anything but celebratory as you think you may have killed a person, a friend at that. Though you have been named at your birth 15 solareons ago, it is only now that your heinous actions have caused you enough distress to forget it.
What will this young elf's name be?
(Author's Note: dwarf names are 9 letters long, elves 16, and orcs have only a 4 letter first name) |
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Post by Sharkalien on Jun 2, 2016 3:29:48 GMT
>Ruhben Tessryling
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Post by Spira-Virgo on Jun 2, 2016 3:30:03 GMT
> Ellisar "Eli" Oribanise
(Not really good with long names XDD)
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