((RIGHT, I'LL DO IT. TONIGHT I SHALL FIND EVERY PATH/ROUTE/ETC. AND MAKE A NEW ENTRY. HOWEVER I WILL ADD A NEW RULE:
ALL ENTRIES ARE NOW TO BE IN BOLD AND BLUE. THIS WAY I CAN EASILY SPOT IT. RESPONSES NOT IN BLUE ARE TO BE IGNORED. FOR SRSLY. ANY OTHER POSTS STILL NEED TO BE IN (())S THOUGH.
GUARDS
Generic actions:
<U>se fishing pole
<U>se musket
<Dr>ink
Mish:
Mish is bleeding, for some reason.
Also, there's this mysterious case that looks promising.
since mish is below deck she can't use generic actions until she goes up stairs.
Actions:
<C>all out
<I>nvestigate wound
<S>hrug it off, like a MAN
<O>pen that there case.
<Dr>ink
X'o'lore:
After choking down some cheap rum you step in some blood. Eww!
You feel an intense need to help this injured shipmate. Also, you can hear faint sounds of splashing.
Actions:
<L>ook for the hurt shipmate
<S>ee if you can't find someone to assist in your search
<F>orget about it, what'd said shipmate ever do for you? (Investigate the yarrg)
(Dr)ink
Reallycleansocks:
You take a heathly swig from an imaginary flask and deside to swim <n>orth while yelling "Yarrg."
You get a unheathly mouthful of real sea water when you atempt to yell. Super!
While you're distracted you smash your head against the side of a barrnicle covered hull.
no generic action for you eather
Actions:
<I>nspect the ship for climbing routes.
<C>all for help, 'cause you're way too drunk for this.
<Y>ell a coherent request for help.
<Dr>ink
Nightlord:
You cook an awesome Seagull dish. Good job!
Actions:
<S>hare your food
<Sc>rew that, horde that shit!
Agentcell:
Agentcell shimies on down to rock island. He's a islander now.
Rock Islanders
Generic actions:
<C>limb the tree!
<G>o to down the stair case
<L>eave for the ship
<P>ick up a shovel
Slick: Slick decends, on the way spoting a cool, but useless looking, nic-nak.
slick can choose from the general actions of the Explorers instead of the Rock Islanders
Actions:
<N>ab that nic-nak!
<Ne>ver mind that crap, catch up with the group
<Dr>ink
Trireme: Trireme tries to initiate conversation about the strange fog, one of the sailors is pretty worried and thinks troubles a brewing but has little real input, and the others have no idea what the fog is about. You climb the tree and take some of the seemingly infinite coconuts, from here you can see a detailed view of the island:
It's a big rock jutting out of some shallow water, your ship sits below. There is a single palm tree rooted in the rock cracking its surface, there is a opened trap door in a sand filled groove on the western side of the rock that leads down below.
EXPLORERS
Generic actions:
<L>ook around blindly
<S>earch with light
<D>esend
<A>ssend
<Dr>ink
(Deku12345, Takeru, Melted JohnnyCake and God continue to desend.)
God: God drinks some ale, nice!
Amoeba Boy: Amoeba Boy casually drinks from his flask as he serveys the area.
From this angle he can see Hlavico looking at the wall and Mrcheeze ducking.
Actions:
<I>nquire "wtf r u doing Hlavico?"
<In>quire what fuck Mrcheeze is partaking in
<Dr>ink
MrCheeze:
You note the walls wise words and duck.
From this angle you can see that Geoko is readying for a ritual.
Hlavico:
You end up spending so much time keeping up with the light-havers that all you manage to find is a stupid blue thingy with holes in it.
Actions:
<S>mash that hippy shit
<B>low into one of the holes while fingering the others
<Dr>ink
Geoko:
You cast an "Catch everyone around you on fire" spell, however you slur so badly it only engulfs MrCheeze in flame and summons a flame elemental.
The flame elemental speaks: "Hello my name is Bob"
Mish looks at this suitcase with newfound delight. "oooOOOoo!!" she squeals, "A bandaid kit! Awesome! This might even be better than a healthy swig of alcohol! But just maybe."
It seems as if the intense bleeding has made Mish somewhat illogical, but in any case, she fumbles about <O>pening this handy 'bandaid kit', wondering if the kit includes one of those handy sanitizing wipes. Her leg feels pretty sticky, ya know, with all the blood starting to dry.
Well I don't see any people immediately gushing blood, and I seem to be slightly dizzy for some reason. The swimming feeling in my head is comforting and I spin around and look back out to sea inviting more mild dizzyness. I need to do this more often. It is fun.
I could go after Scott, I reason, but there seems to be...light...puffy...air...stuff? I dunno. I forget what it was, but not even Scott would be silly enough to be out in that. I'm sure he's safey below deck where I'm going.
I step in some more goo on the deck. "Yarrg! Whoooose job izit to swab this damn deck!?" I say out loud. Actually, what day was it? Was that supposed to be my job? Well, crap. I think it was. I look down and note there seem to be drops of blood making a trail heading to the stairs going below deck.
I resume my swagger at a quicker pace mumbling to myself about some lousy, ungrateful jerk beedin' all over the deck makin' ME have to clean it all up. I'll just make HIM clean up his OWN blood. And the whole deck while he's at it. Heh heh. What a perfect plan. This could be a good day yet.
Oh man, these are really long stairs. I bet I can get to the bottom is I just let myself <F>all down them. Sure it might be dangerous for anyone else, but I can see, so I'll surely get to the bottom unharmed. Besides, if I'm not using my legs to walk, I can concentrate better on <D>rinking.
"What the crap?? That doesn't look like a bandaid!! What kind of crap medicine box is this??? What the heck is that thing anyway?!? Ugh!!"
Upon seeing the miraculous matter of the mysterious medicine box, Mish has a rather embarrassing hissy fit.
"No fair! Where are the freakin BANDAIDS! OW MY LEG LOOKS SO GRODY!!"
While pouting and whining about how tough life is, she looks back at her so-called medicine box, and wonders how this might help her. "Heyy..." she thought to herself, "Maybe, it's like, a special bandaid... yeah, that will heal my whole leg up real fast. It looks pretty fancy, who knows, maybe it's just a high quality bandaid that only rich fancy people use. Cool!"
Yeah, loss of blood is definitely affecting her thought process now. Hoping these new fancy bandaids will work, she takes a <Dr>ink of any alcohol around to ease some of the pain, and puts her legs into the suitcase feet first to <U>se the temporal rifts! This should be fun!
((Give it a little while. One or two people obviously won't be taking actions, like Jhonny, but give the active forum goers who are part of the game a chance.))
Happy to have met up with some of my other sailor companions, I ask them to give me any input on what they think of the strange fog situation. Since there are palm trees all over this island, I tell them to talk to me while I <C>limb up one of the taller trees. I feel confident in my tree climbing skill because of my sober state and hope to get a good idea as to just how big this foreign island is. Besides, if there are any coconuts on top of the palm tree, I just may want to take one of them as well. Can’t quench thirst on the sauce alone!
((Okay, I must say that if you really are starting this thread back up again, then I think you sorta forgot about me.))
Comments
ALL ENTRIES ARE NOW TO BE IN BOLD AND BLUE. THIS WAY I CAN EASILY SPOT IT. RESPONSES NOT IN BLUE ARE TO BE IGNORED. FOR SRSLY. ANY OTHER POSTS STILL NEED TO BE IN (())S THOUGH.
Generic actions:
<U>se fishing pole
<U>se musket
<Dr>ink
Mish:
Mish is bleeding, for some reason.
Also, there's this mysterious case that looks promising.
since mish is below deck she can't use generic actions until she goes up stairs.
Actions:
<C>all out
<I>nvestigate wound
<S>hrug it off, like a MAN
<O>pen that there case.
<Dr>ink
X'o'lore:
After choking down some cheap rum you step in some blood. Eww!
You feel an intense need to help this injured shipmate. Also, you can hear faint sounds of splashing.
Actions:
<L>ook for the hurt shipmate
<S>ee if you can't find someone to assist in your search
<F>orget about it, what'd said shipmate ever do for you? (Investigate the yarrg)
(Dr)ink
Reallycleansocks:
You take a heathly swig from an imaginary flask and deside to swim <n>orth while yelling "Yarrg."
You get a unheathly mouthful of real sea water when you atempt to yell. Super!
While you're distracted you smash your head against the side of a barrnicle covered hull.
no generic action for you eather
Actions:
<I>nspect the ship for climbing routes.
<C>all for help, 'cause you're way too drunk for this.
<Y>ell a coherent request for help.
<Dr>ink
Nightlord:
You cook an awesome Seagull dish. Good job!
Actions:
<S>hare your food
<Sc>rew that, horde that shit!
Agentcell:
Agentcell shimies on down to rock island. He's a islander now.
Generic actions:
<C>limb the tree!
<G>o to down the stair case
<L>eave for the ship
<P>ick up a shovel
Slick:
Slick decends, on the way spoting a cool, but useless looking, nic-nak.
slick can choose from the general actions of the Explorers instead of the Rock Islanders
Actions:
<N>ab that nic-nak!
<Ne>ver mind that crap, catch up with the group
<Dr>ink
Trireme:
Trireme tries to initiate conversation about the strange fog, one of the sailors is pretty worried and thinks troubles a brewing but has little real input, and the others have no idea what the fog is about. You climb the tree and take some of the seemingly infinite coconuts, from here you can see a detailed view of the island:
It's a big rock jutting out of some shallow water, your ship sits below. There is a single palm tree rooted in the rock cracking its surface, there is a opened trap door in a sand filled groove on the western side of the rock that leads down below.
Generic actions:
<L>ook around blindly
<S>earch with light
<D>esend
<A>ssend
<Dr>ink
(Deku12345, Takeru, Melted JohnnyCake and God continue to desend.)
God:
God drinks some ale, nice!
Amoeba Boy:
Amoeba Boy casually drinks from his flask as he serveys the area.
From this angle he can see Hlavico looking at the wall and Mrcheeze ducking.
Actions:
<I>nquire "wtf r u doing Hlavico?"
<In>quire what fuck Mrcheeze is partaking in
<Dr>ink
MrCheeze:
You note the walls wise words and duck.
From this angle you can see that Geoko is readying for a ritual.
Hlavico:
You end up spending so much time keeping up with the light-havers that all you manage to find is a stupid blue thingy with holes in it.
Actions:
<S>mash that hippy shit
<B>low into one of the holes while fingering the others
<Dr>ink
Geoko:
You cast an "Catch everyone around you on fire" spell, however you slur so badly it only engulfs MrCheeze in flame and summons a flame elemental.
The flame elemental speaks: "Hello my name is Bob"
And yes, I know I spelled hamic wrong.
((cool beans!))
Well I don't see any people immediately gushing blood, and I seem to be slightly dizzy for some reason. The swimming feeling in my head is comforting and I spin around and look back out to sea inviting more mild dizzyness. I need to do this more often. It is fun.
I could go after Scott, I reason, but there seems to be...light...puffy...air...stuff? I dunno. I forget what it was, but not even Scott would be silly enough to be out in that. I'm sure he's safey below deck where I'm going.
I step in some more goo on the deck. "Yarrg! Whoooose job izit to swab this damn deck!?" I say out loud. Actually, what day was it? Was that supposed to be my job? Well, crap. I think it was. I look down and note there seem to be drops of blood making a trail heading to the stairs going below deck.
I resume my swagger at a quicker pace mumbling to myself about some lousy, ungrateful jerk beedin' all over the deck makin' ME have to clean it all up. I'll just make HIM clean up his OWN blood. And the whole deck while he's at it. Heh heh. What a perfect plan. This could be a good day yet.
:[Oh, I fail. Well I suppose I'll just rewrite your part.]:
Mish42 opens the busted case somewhat clumsily finding some Temporal Rifts. "Aw man" she slurs.
Mish42's leg is still bleeding and has made quite a mess.
<G>o back to the deck
<U>se Temporal Rifts
<Y>ell for help
<Tr>y to stop the bleeding
<Dr>ink
Edit: BAC and equipment:
Guards:
Mish42: (Temporal Rifts).018
Night Lord: (Cookware Seagull 5000™, Fishing Pole, Rotisserie Oven, Marinade Syringe, Plastic Mixing Bowl, Mixing Spoon, Cup, "Kiss the Chef" Apron, Reinforced Seagull Feast).024
X'o'Lore: (N/A).042
Rockers:
Trireme: (Coconuts)sober
Agentcel: (Musket)sober
Hamelin: (Gold Coins).024
Slick: (Fishing Pole, Dead fish).075
Explorers:
Amoeba Boy: (Coconuts).045
Deku12345: (Fire, Shovel).012 (HAND IS ON FIRE)
Geoko: (Familiar: Carlyle).075
God: (Brightglasses).093
Hlavico: (Sting, Occarina of Time).009
illithid235: (N/A)sober (PEARL'D)
Melted JohnnyCake: (Triforce of Courage).057
MrCheeze: (N/A).003 (ON FIRE)
NoLonger: (N/A).054
Takeru: (N/A)sober
Bob: (Staff of Charon)sober (IS PURE FIRE)
Upon seeing the miraculous matter of the mysterious medicine box, Mish has a rather embarrassing hissy fit.
"No fair! Where are the freakin BANDAIDS! OW MY LEG LOOKS SO GRODY!!"
While pouting and whining about how tough life is, she looks back at her so-called medicine box, and wonders how this might help her. "Heyy..." she thought to herself, "Maybe, it's like, a special bandaid... yeah, that will heal my whole leg up real fast. It looks pretty fancy, who knows, maybe it's just a high quality bandaid that only rich fancy people use. Cool!"
Yeah, loss of blood is definitely affecting her thought process now. Hoping these new fancy bandaids will work, she takes a <Dr>ink of any alcohol around to ease some of the pain, and puts her legs into the suitcase feet first to <U>se the temporal rifts! This should be fun!
((Okay, I must say that if you really are starting this thread back up again, then I think you sorta forgot about me.))
Also if anyone has geoko's number or aim or something you should tell him about this thread. ]: