Jul 9, 2005, 03:23 PM | |
tell her you'll go with her if you get to choose the way.
and you never answered my "end of Araches" thing.
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Jul 11, 2005, 05:04 AM | |
Sorry, internet's been out. Stupid internet.
@MSB- Look, Radium himself told me I can't answer any plot-related questions. "I'll go with you." Araches brightened up. "If I get to choose the way." She brightened back down. "Look, hon, I'm not stupid. I know I would end up with Uberbob then." |
Jul 11, 2005, 07:58 AM | |
Offer a contract to give Uberbob a good kick in the family jewels any time he tries to get into Araches' pants... loincloth.. or does anything else to her she disapproves of ( annoyances like walking around examining and picking up stuff don't count ).
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Jul 11, 2005, 08:07 AM | |
I decided to take another approach. "How about this. You come with me, and I promise to forcibly stop Uberbob from making passes at you... with a kick to the family jewels."
Araches considered it for a moment. "Much more promising a deal... and I think that's all I am really going to get from you... Okay, I agree. If you break your promise, though..." |
Jul 11, 2005, 10:05 AM | |
is Uberbob going to let her do that?
look for unobvious exits. ask Araches to buy more food for the trip back and later. think loudly in your mind "all your base are belong to us."
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Jul 11, 2005, 10:16 AM | |
"We could use some food for the trip back. Could I have some of your money to buy some food?"
"It won't last. It's a well known fact all food spoils in a matter of seconds when not on the shelves in a shop, and Chic-Fil-As don't sell any canned food." |
Jul 11, 2005, 03:25 PM | |
Get Araches to a ledge so she can hold onto it.
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Jul 11, 2005, 03:26 PM | |
I slowly dragged Araches backwards till she grabbed a ledge. With that extra help I pulled her up.
Shaken, she said, "You really should have told me about that... stupid bottomless pits, able to be installed without any noise..." |
Jul 11, 2005, 03:26 PM | ||
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Jul 11, 2005, 03:30 PM | |
I was too lazy D=
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Jul 11, 2005, 03:52 PM | |
"Sorry about that, I guess I didn't see it in the DARKNESS." Get equipment. Exit out air vent.
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:05 PM | |
I took my equipment. A little of it seemed to be missing. Ah well.
"Araches, there is an air vent up there. It's the only way out. So, we need to get up there." "How am I suppost to carry my hat, huh?" "Err... don't ask questions like that and it won't be a problem." I climbed up and helped Araches find the vent by way of poking and humming showtunes. That seemed to disquiet her a little, but she soon got over it. We went down the airvent, and Araches did somehow manage to keep her hat in one peice. Inventory Code:
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:10 PM | |
Okay, lead Araches N, N, W, N.
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:19 PM | |
look up. then do what we did earlier and try to build a stair case thing out of rocks. or try to get to the rope. or both.
add a rock to inventory. ![]()
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:20 PM | |
Say that you forgot something and take Araches S, E, S. Hint at the possibility that there's something behind the west wall there.
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:23 PM | |
I'm going with Lem first because I'm the temp DM and I can.
"Oh, Araches. I forgot about something. Follow me for a bit more..." "Err... well, make it quick." I lead Araches back to the room with the false wall. I pointed it out. "This wall was added after the original maze was made." "Oh, the wall to the wierding room? What, do you want me to open it?" "Yeah. Could you?" "A fireball would do the trick, easy. But do you think that's the smartest use of energy in this situation?" I spent a moment considering... |
Jul 11, 2005, 04:25 PM | |
"Yes, there isn't anything else to burninate."
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:31 PM | |
"Yes, but is there anything else we have to fight?"
"Knowing our luck, there will be soon." "Still, whatever's in that room might come in handy." "But..." Araches paused and sighed. "Whatever." There was a sudden rush of light as Araches quietly mouthed a few magic words. She, without turning from me, pointed to the door and snapped her fingers. A huge ball of flame shot out of the air in front of her hand and vaporized the door. I peeked in. This room had a rather plush carpet, cheap wallpaper, and an overstuffed chair in a corner. The wooden table had a tea set on it, and the umbrella stand in another corner appeared to have a pogostick in it, all alone. There was a lamp in what used to be a corner before the wall was destroyed, and a suspicious lack of disintigrated things. It appeared this room was warded against magic. Last edited by Risp; Jul 11, 2005 at 04:42 PM. |
Jul 11, 2005, 04:40 PM | |
plush*
Sit in chair and comment on comfort. Examine tea set, umbrella, and pogo stick.
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:50 PM | |
There is no umbrella.
I sat down in the chair. I sat up again. It felt to be full of needles. "Err, this is a great lack of the comfort you come expect of a chair." "Oh?" Araches asked sarcastically. "Yeah. This chair is full of needles." "Well, now I know not to ask you to let me sit on it." The tea set was made of polished bone. It was glued to the wooden table, and was full of some strong acid. It appeared to have never been used before, or perhaps just used by someone very careful with their tea sets. The pogo stick was of the normal dimensions for pogo sticks, but had a few features most pogo sticks don't. Like a 9-digit padlock. It was very rusted, the padlock just stuck there by huge lumps of oxidized metal. |
Jul 11, 2005, 04:59 PM | ||
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Jul 11, 2005, 04:59 PM | |
What, you don't know what an umbrella stand is?
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Jul 11, 2005, 05:09 PM | |
....Oh.
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Jul 12, 2005, 10:09 AM | |
OH NO! ima gothic, for i am playing this game and not reading the Bible.
http://www.jazz2online.com/jcf/showthread.php?t=13389
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Jul 12, 2005, 10:19 AM | |
asdfgjkl;'
Confirm if Shuri is Gothic. =O Take the pogo stick.
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