The adventure starts a few posts down. Sorry for the inconvenience, this is my first forum adventure.
The adventure starts a few posts down. Sorry for the inconvenience, this is my first forum adventure.
Last edited by PaladinFoster; 03-25-2011 at 08:41 PM.
Hmm, I'll take that as a suggestion to use that practice image from my introduction as the starting image of an adventure where I just accept commands from forum users instead of telling a pre-written story. Noted.
You could just do a sandbox adventure for now. No real plot. Just the main character dicking around until you get an idea.
That's how alot of adventures start. The plot slowly rises from the depths of the madness.
A very good idea. I will probably get to this when it's not late and I'm not tired, probably tomorrow.
You are this boy, standing in your room. Today is not really a important day. It's summer vacation, and some videogame beta is coming out soon, but you really don't care much. What does it all matter anyway? Your friends are psyched about it though, and you just like being in a group, so you decided to buy it. But wait, what was your name?
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>Tofu Jones
>Check behind the Poe poster
There is a SLIP OF PAPER behind your EDGAR ALLEN POESTER, right next to your H.P. LOVECRAFT POSTER. You would nab it, but your stumpy body is too short to reach it.
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>Light the candle and set shit on FIRE
>Remove poster, then wear poster as cape. The paper should fall down on it's own.
You are SHOCKED and APPALLED you would ever think of defacing your EDGAR ALLEN POESTER in such a disrespectful manner. Poe is a DEMIGOD, after all. But you still feel vaguely tempted..
Ah what the hell. You become EDGAR ALLEN POEMAN, and you waste several hours saving HORRORTROPOLIS from the villainous FAIRY TALES.
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>Once you're done playing pretend, check the slip of paper that's no doubt fallen down and finally remember your name.
> Cut yourself, then cry and write terrible poems about blood and sadness.
Your done being EDGAR ALLEN POEMAN, and you are now this boy again. You walk over to pick up the SLIP OF PAPER.
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Oh yea, that's right. Your name is TERRANCE BRADLEY. Unfortunately some of your friends like to tease you and call you TERRY, which you HATE. You enjoy HORROR STORIES, POE-ETRY, and sometimes VIDEOGAMES. You like music, but only HEAVY METAL, DEATH METAL, and SCREAMO. You play the ELECTRIC GUITAR, and you are kind of BOSS at it. Your PesterChum handle is deathsPeace.
You don't cut yourself, that would be too CONFORMIST. You do occasionally write POE-ETRY, but it most certainly does not SUCK.
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> Write a poem about unrequited love and how nobody understands you, and also doves that cry blood.
> Put on more eyeshadow and black fingernail polish.
> Wonder what your left eye looks like.
You think the last two suggestions are stupid. You already have plenty of eyeshadow on, and you don't paint your nails. However, the first idea sounds EXCELLENT. You spend another half an hour writing "Unrequited Love of the Doves that Cry Blood and Don't Understand". You just finished up when your computer decided to light up like a Christmas tree. Seems all three of your friends are pestering you at once.
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Last edited by PaladinFoster; 03-27-2011 at 10:55 PM.
>Talk to the most annoying one first.
>Answer your other annoying friends as well. May as well get it over with.