Jul 12, 2005, 10:29 AM | |
NO. DO NOT BREAK THE POGO STICK (it's prolly indestructable anyway).
I claim the page. =D
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Jul 12, 2005, 04:24 PM | |
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My internet has been acting really wonky lately so I won't be able to upold my duties as temp DM for a while, at least till it stops switching on and off at random.
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Jul 12, 2005, 06:14 PM | |
He's busy. Or so he says.
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Jul 12, 2005, 06:17 PM | |
he's posting in all the other threads.
maybe he do stuff
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Jul 13, 2005, 02:23 PM | |
Internet = back =D
I took the pogo stick. Not that I knew what to do with it. I considered, for a moment, breaking it, but then realized that that would be an even bigger waste of effort then what I was already doing. Inventory Code:
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Jul 13, 2005, 02:27 PM | |
"Well, this was a waste of time."
Go E, N, W, N. Exit.
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Jul 13, 2005, 02:30 PM | ||
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Jul 13, 2005, 03:21 PM | |
I went back through the corridors, with Araches at my heel. I climbed the rock staircase I had made quite a while ago (in my own personal chronology, anyway) back to the rope, which I used to exit. I was rather glad, with Araches climbing under me, that I was wearing pants and not a dress.
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Jul 13, 2005, 04:17 PM | |
INVALID. Wait for Rad.
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Jul 13, 2005, 04:41 PM | |
Go back to your party. (Which is where?)
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Jul 16, 2005, 02:23 PM | |
Radium hasn't been on AIM for the last few days. I think he's been working on that game that I'm not sure if I can tell you the details of or something. And Radium didn't give me enough permission or information to go past this point.
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Jul 16, 2005, 02:33 PM | |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() And I've been on AIM, Risp. You were just gone or idle every time D=
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Jul 16, 2005, 04:54 PM | |
Ahem... Back to the game?
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Jul 17, 2005, 12:20 AM | |
We can't continue without Rad because Risp isn't allowed to go on DMing because he doesn't know what happens next and isn't allowed to just go inventing stuff himself because this game is actually planned ( to a degree ), seemingly unlike two certain other forum rpgs.
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Jul 18, 2005, 04:25 AM | |
Uhmmm... I just meant for them to stop figting. It wastes forum space and is off topic.
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Jul 24, 2005, 07:52 AM | |
You guys exist, this topic isn't dead, be back soon hopefully.
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Jul 24, 2005, 01:05 PM | |
I doubt it. =P
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Jul 24, 2005, 01:27 PM | |
And ruin the storyline?! NONONO!!! I'll do something bad if you do! Like throw acorns at trees!
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Jul 24, 2005, 06:39 PM | |
On the plus side, I heard from Radium that he's finished HL2 and the newest harry potter book, so in theory there isn't anything taking up his time now. In theory.
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Jul 24, 2005, 11:20 PM | |
If we keep spamming this thread. XP
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Aug 5, 2005, 07:50 AM | |
Sorry. But is this thread ever going to continue? Or will it just end it here with climbing up out of some huge pit thingy which took us 2 pages to get through a shaft?
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Aug 5, 2005, 08:45 AM | |
It'll be back soon.
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Aug 21, 2005, 11:19 AM | |
Another great point to join in, new kids!
I often like to contemplate the meaning of fish. A fish itself is an aquatic creature resembling a squished potato with tiny wings. However, I suspect there is some greater connotation between them and the working of the universe, from their sheer coordination and fishyness. I don’t actually know what “connotation” means. Hello. L33tz4n had done something on a control panel that involved pressing lots of buttons of varying colors, sizes, and possibly temperatures. Now the magic map was supposed to work. This was good. I liked the magic map. It saved the trouble of finding a way to walk across water. I took out the map and looked at it. By touching a location on the map, I could instantly go there. I smiled at the map. I also pretended that it was smiling back, because if it could smile it would probably be happy that it worked again. ![]() Fawriel was standing behind L33tz4n watching the flashing lights on the control panel, which were now flashing in an entirely different yet equally meaningless way. He seemed to like the flashy lights a lot. I never understood what was so great about staring at flashing lights. I liked personally staring at solidly glowing lights, finding it a more spiritually fulfilling experience. Fawriel blinked a few times to extinguish the hypnotic effect of the lights. “What’s our next adventure?” he asked me. “I believe we should save,” I responded. The green ferret or whatever raised an eyebrow. “Save?” “Yes,” I explained to the confused creature, “We go stand in the general area of a specified point, and if we all die terrible, bloody death sometime afterwards we magically return to that point with no recollection of anything that happened since we last stood there, only to be guided by a better sense of intuition.” Fawriel frowned. “I thought I was the group’s resurrecter.” I patted him on the back. “That’s okay, because you’re still useful sometimes but not usually,” I comforted. Sometimes I amaze myself with what a good person I am. I climbed the staircase out of the control room and strolled down a forest path for a bit, silently thinking what it would be like to be a fish and wondering if fish could wear hats. Soon I came across a large blue and white box with a door, sitting on a beach. The beach seemed to stretch out considerably farther than the last time I was here. A label on the entrance to the box read “Port-a-Save”. “There it is,” I said in the general direction of Fawriel and that blueish girl with a snake for legs, who were running and slithering (respectively) to keep up with me. A female rust-colored ferret in black armor staggered out of the forest, looking as though she had just fallen down several deep chasms and hit lots of rocks on the way down. She collapsed in front of the Port-a-Save, hitting the side of it with an outstretched, battered katana and mouthing the word “save game”. “Hello,” I greeted, waving. I then quickly proceeded to check her pockets for useful things. “C’mon, hon,” a voice called from the forest. Araches stepped out, clad in a red silk loin cloth and tight shirt. “It wasn’t THAT far of a walk to - oh. It’s you guys.” “Hello. You look hot,” I politely complimented the scantily clad vixen. She nudged Shuriken’s unconscious body with her foot and scowled at me. I waved back. “Where does your sense of intuition tell you to go now?” L33tz5n asked me as I watched Fawriel crouch over Shuriken and ready some healing spells. “I am unsure; I have to ask the voices,” I responded, proud that I got a chance to use a semicolon. “By the way, hello,” I added, noticing I had not yet greeted L33tz4n. Inventory Code:
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Aug 21, 2005, 02:26 PM | |
Mmmmm... flashing lights...
There's something about standing in a darkened server room watching the gently rippling lights on the network switches as the packets trundle by. You feel as if you're watching a living organism, seeing information travel. You also get a good idea of when the network goes south at speed. Hint: green is not always good in networks. Especially solid green on the little light marked "ACT". Especially when they're all on solid. ...huh? Oh. Sorry. Erm... do what the extended ascii poster said, but without the bouncing or the pogo stick. And visit the Port-a-save. Saving is good. /me wanders back off to the server room |
Aug 21, 2005, 06:59 PM | |
Do what they did and save. Try having someone other than Araches bounce on the Pogo Stick, then go to New Superultraubermegatropolis.
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Aug 22, 2005, 06:08 AM | |
Go to Antifoo island. The evil guy must be there!
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Aug 22, 2005, 09:09 AM | ||
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Warp to Isle of Darkness and check whether is the door open now or not.
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Aug 22, 2005, 10:23 AM | |
“So, what have you guys been up to?” I asked as I climbed onto my newly obtained pogo stick. It seemed, however, rather unwilling to pogo and I collapsed on my face.
Araches rolled her hateful gray eyes. “Oh, you know, the usual. Sitting in an empty room waiting for you to remember leaving me there and send one of your lackeys -” Not wanting the next six hours to be taken up with people talking about how awesome I was, I changed the subject. “The voices say we should go to Antifoo Isle.” “We’re already there,” L33tz4n explained, slightly more concerned sounding than usual. “So we can’t go there?” I quickly poked the save point with my finger as to save all the progress I made with Araches. “We’d have to leave first.” I frowned and looked back down at the map. “How about New Super Ultra Uber Megatropolis? That’s a nice place.” “I guess that would work,” L33tz4n said, “but how does that g3t us any closer to defeating Lord Blackrap-” “Don’t argue with the voices, they’re usually right.” I tapped my finger on the angular shape of New Super Ultra Uber Megatropolis, and one flash of light later the five of us were instantly teleported to a pier in the midst of a towering city. Ominous, doorless gray buildings went up hundreds of feet overhead and a sign on a post read “North Street”, referring to a street I presume went north. Inventory Code:
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