I insert a credit to get one life. Sadly, that was my last credit.
But at least I could quite possibly be back (Mario needs to somehow ressurect me with his godly DM powers. Please?)
((I'll try to put one of these story updates up every day or so, but I'll give all the regular participants a chance to post their actions first. Anyone that wants to join in is free to do so at any time, placing yourself in one of the pre-established groups. I'm writing it so that it'll be easy enough to pretend you were there the whole time))
A small group of more adventurous sailors (including hlavco, geoko, deku12345 and Amoeba Boy) hop off the ship and trek toward a large rock island, because surprisingly, drinking all day probably isn't a whole lot of fun.
Of course, they bring a few barrels of ale in case anyone gets thirsty.
The spirit of NoLonger decides at the last moment not to move toward the light, and is quickly sent back to the physical plane. However, as his mortal body has been blown to tiny bits, his soul is instead deposited into one of the seagulls. The Exploring Sailors all agree that this is a perfectly normal thing to occur, and the gang continues its sojourn with NoLonger to the big rock.
When they arrive, they find... well, not all that much. A single coconut tree has rooted to a small sandy deposit in one of the cracks of the rock. The crew can see a few coconuts at the top, a tasty snack for whoever thinks they're sober enough to climb a tree. But if you just want to play lookout, that's cool too; as the treetop is much higher than the highest point of your ship, you might just spot something useful. And yeah, if you just like climbing trees, that's certainly your right. I won't judge.
While you ponder all this, you notice something potentially more interesting: a large black "X" has been painted in the sand. Now, you may still be a bit tipsy, but you remember from all sorts of stories in your youth that a big "X" in the sand usually means some sort of treasure underneath. hlavco looks down and suddenly notices that he's carrying a handful of shovels. He must have grabbed them on the way off the ship without even thinking about it; he was a little drunk, you know. If a few of you work together, you could probably dig a hole in no time, and you might even get something for your troubles. You:
<C> limb the tree in an attempt to procure a quick meal
<CL> imb the tree in an attempt to get a better feel for your surroundings
<CLI> mb the tree for the sake of climbing
<D> ig a hole on the "X" in the sand
<DR> ink
[size=+1]NoLonger[/size]
As NoLonger gets used to the idea of spending his life as a seagull, he suddenly realizes that his capabilities differ somewhat from the rest of the crew. Though his lack of opposable thumbs will make climbing and digging and the like somewhat difficult, he does have these crazy wing things now, which makes flying far easier than it ever was all those other times he tried it in his old body. NoLonger, you:
<F> ly up into the sky to get an even better feel for your surroundings than the tree-climbing could ever hope to accomplish
<FL> y up into the sky because you've always wanted to fly up into the sky
<R> eturn to the ship to show off your newfound flying abilities to some more likely-jealous sailors
<DR> ink
[size=+1]The Guarding Sailors[/size]
A few sailors (Agentcel and Mish42 among them) decide to stay behind and guard the ship while the others explore. Someone's gotta look out for the slowly dwindling mass of drunks, after all. Plus, you know, all the booze.
While the guards shoot the breeze, one of them notices that the foodstores are running low. This could prove to be a problem if the crew is going to have to stay out here for very long. Luckily, Agentcel notices a school of fish swimming nearby, and also notices that he's been holding a handful of fishing poles this whole time. But what if the others don't like fish? Some crew members propose a nice varied diet could easily be accomplished by capturing a few of those seagulls flying around. That pile of muskets in Mish42's arms would do the trick nicely. Hopefully you're sober enough to remember which weapon to use for which prey. You:
Use the <F> ishing poles to fish for food
Use the <M> uskets to shoot down some seagulls
Use the <MU> skets to shoot at some fish, because you aren't very sporting
Use the <FI> shing poles to catch some seagulls, because you're kind of confused and maybe still a little drunk
<DR> ink
[size=+1]X'o'Lore[/size]
Coming to a final decision regarding his next course of action, X'o'Lore takes a big gulp of sea water, then presses north to further pursue the sea serpent. He progresses no further than a few feet beyond the signpost when his progress is impeded by... well, it's the sea serpent. So yay, he found what he was looking for! X'o'Lore does a happy little underwater dance.
What he hadn't counted on was the fact that the monster had taken this time to shake off its drunken stupor, and is now back to being all pissed off again. Its emotional state certainly isn't being helped by the massive hangover. With no ship full of sailors in sight to take its aggression out on, the creature appears to want to help supplant its headache with a little bite-sized snack in the form of a half-merman in sailor clothing. Named X'o'Lore.
I'm trying to say it's got an itchin' to eat X'o'Lore.
The mer-dude quickly takes in his immediate surroundings, hoping to find something he can use in the impending battle. He spots a small piece of coral that looks sharp enough to use as a simple dagger. The sand on the floor could probably also be kicked up into the monster's eyes to distract it. And of course there's always the option of high-tailin' it out of there. X'o'Lore, you:
<A> ttack the sea serpent preemptively with fists a-flyin'
Use the <C> oral dagger
<K> ick some sand up into the sea serpent's eyes to blind it
<D> efend yourself against its imminent attack
<R> un- er, swim away
<DR> ink
<F> to avoid those horrid muskets down on the ship. Then I fly to the coconut tree near the "Exploring Sailors" on the rock and perch on it... And <Dr>ink.
I wake up from a wild night of alcohol and buttsex, compose myself, and head onto the deck. I laugh at my still-intoxicated shipmates, grab a fishing pole, and <F>ish for some foodings, keeping an eye out for shinies in the water that I can hook.
RCS, secretly being the pirate that he is, even going as far as openly carrying around a copy of the Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, decides to MU while DRing, since he hasn't had any real fun in a while. Plus, he's even plotting to loot everything on the ship and run away once they run out of ale and get far too drunk.
As my drunkeness fades, common sense, and a killer hangover have begun to set in, and with a huge serpent looking pretty grumpy in front of me, I'm figuring it might be wise to run. Attempting to do so, I'm still feeling a bit out of sorts and manage to trip and fall somehow, [K]icking some sand up at the serpent in the process. I note from on the ground that I came dangerously close to impaling myself on that sharp piece of coral. I thank the sea-gods that a half-sailor, half-merman would presumably worship as I scramble up and hurl the sharp bit of corral back at the serpent. There was a cave around here someplace, or perhaps it was Disney Land, but a cave would be pretty handy right about now.
((My leftover guts from when my body exploded? If not I'm afraid my seagull body is still alve and I would be in great pain due to my guts pouring out of me. Also, sweet crunchy walnuts my avatar is a seagull now!!!))
((I know isn't it great?! Hey you could drink radioactive ale and somehow become an Eevee. I'll never actually know how radiation could give something superpowers, but we can do it to you anyways right?))
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Mish and I are back at the boat, talking about our old college days together.
But at least I could quite possibly be back (Mario needs to somehow ressurect me with his godly DM powers. Please?)
To this very day I search for an appropriate position in a single file line.
[size=+3]Episode 1, Turn 5[/size]
[size=+2]Groups[/size]
[size=+1]The Exploring Sailors[/size]
A small group of more adventurous sailors (including hlavco, geoko, deku12345 and Amoeba Boy) hop off the ship and trek toward a large rock island, because surprisingly, drinking all day probably isn't a whole lot of fun.
Of course, they bring a few barrels of ale in case anyone gets thirsty.
The spirit of NoLonger decides at the last moment not to move toward the light, and is quickly sent back to the physical plane. However, as his mortal body has been blown to tiny bits, his soul is instead deposited into one of the seagulls. The Exploring Sailors all agree that this is a perfectly normal thing to occur, and the gang continues its sojourn with NoLonger to the big rock.
When they arrive, they find... well, not all that much. A single coconut tree has rooted to a small sandy deposit in one of the cracks of the rock. The crew can see a few coconuts at the top, a tasty snack for whoever thinks they're sober enough to climb a tree. But if you just want to play lookout, that's cool too; as the treetop is much higher than the highest point of your ship, you might just spot something useful. And yeah, if you just like climbing trees, that's certainly your right. I won't judge.
While you ponder all this, you notice something potentially more interesting: a large black "X" has been painted in the sand. Now, you may still be a bit tipsy, but you remember from all sorts of stories in your youth that a big "X" in the sand usually means some sort of treasure underneath. hlavco looks down and suddenly notices that he's carrying a handful of shovels. He must have grabbed them on the way off the ship without even thinking about it; he was a little drunk, you know. If a few of you work together, you could probably dig a hole in no time, and you might even get something for your troubles. You:
<C> limb the tree in an attempt to procure a quick meal
<CL> imb the tree in an attempt to get a better feel for your surroundings
<CLI> mb the tree for the sake of climbing
<D> ig a hole on the "X" in the sand
<DR> ink
[size=+1]NoLonger[/size]
As NoLonger gets used to the idea of spending his life as a seagull, he suddenly realizes that his capabilities differ somewhat from the rest of the crew. Though his lack of opposable thumbs will make climbing and digging and the like somewhat difficult, he does have these crazy wing things now, which makes flying far easier than it ever was all those other times he tried it in his old body. NoLonger, you:
<F> ly up into the sky to get an even better feel for your surroundings than the tree-climbing could ever hope to accomplish
<FL> y up into the sky because you've always wanted to fly up into the sky
<R> eturn to the ship to show off your newfound flying abilities to some more likely-jealous sailors
<DR> ink
[size=+1]The Guarding Sailors[/size]
A few sailors (Agentcel and Mish42 among them) decide to stay behind and guard the ship while the others explore. Someone's gotta look out for the slowly dwindling mass of drunks, after all. Plus, you know, all the booze.
While the guards shoot the breeze, one of them notices that the foodstores are running low. This could prove to be a problem if the crew is going to have to stay out here for very long. Luckily, Agentcel notices a school of fish swimming nearby, and also notices that he's been holding a handful of fishing poles this whole time. But what if the others don't like fish? Some crew members propose a nice varied diet could easily be accomplished by capturing a few of those seagulls flying around. That pile of muskets in Mish42's arms would do the trick nicely. Hopefully you're sober enough to remember which weapon to use for which prey. You:
Use the <F> ishing poles to fish for food
Use the <M> uskets to shoot down some seagulls
Use the <MU> skets to shoot at some fish, because you aren't very sporting
Use the <FI> shing poles to catch some seagulls, because you're kind of confused and maybe still a little drunk
<DR> ink
[size=+1]X'o'Lore[/size]
Coming to a final decision regarding his next course of action, X'o'Lore takes a big gulp of sea water, then presses north to further pursue the sea serpent. He progresses no further than a few feet beyond the signpost when his progress is impeded by... well, it's the sea serpent. So yay, he found what he was looking for! X'o'Lore does a happy little underwater dance.
What he hadn't counted on was the fact that the monster had taken this time to shake off its drunken stupor, and is now back to being all pissed off again. Its emotional state certainly isn't being helped by the massive hangover. With no ship full of sailors in sight to take its aggression out on, the creature appears to want to help supplant its headache with a little bite-sized snack in the form of a half-merman in sailor clothing. Named X'o'Lore.
I'm trying to say it's got an itchin' to eat X'o'Lore.
The mer-dude quickly takes in his immediate surroundings, hoping to find something he can use in the impending battle. He spots a small piece of coral that looks sharp enough to use as a simple dagger. The sand on the floor could probably also be kicked up into the monster's eyes to distract it. And of course there's always the option of high-tailin' it out of there. X'o'Lore, you:
<A> ttack the sea serpent preemptively with fists a-flyin'
Use the <C> oral dagger
<K> ick some sand up into the sea serpent's eyes to blind it
<D> efend yourself against its imminent attack
<R> un- er, swim away
<DR> ink
RCS, secretly being the pirate that he is, even going as far as openly carrying around a copy of the Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, decides to MU while DRing, since he hasn't had any real fun in a while. Plus, he's even plotting to loot everything on the ship and run away once they run out of ale and get far too drunk.
Then he decides to <C>limb the tree for coconuts, because as they say, "milk does the body good".
They said that in the early 90s, anyway.
Also, ship food gets pretty bland after weeks at sea.
EDIT: ((did not read entire thread, sorry))
I'll start to [CLI]mb the tree too, but only racing to see if I can get to the top before hlavco. I'd imagine climbing a palm tree is pretty hard.
I knock a cononut of the tree by flying into it. This turns out to not be the greatest idea as I just fall to the ground with the coconut.
+1 EXP in drinking!
<Dr>ink NoLonger's guts.
You have achieved level 2 in drinking!