Examine that wonderful looking picture/painting of the building that looks Kind of familiar
Examine that wonderful looking picture/painting of the building that looks Kind of familiar
> Resist urge to play with inventory. Again. Years of long practice have allowed you the willpower to--
> Play with the inventory wheeee
Agents of Chaos: An adventure about superheroes and society only slightly held back by being text-only
>Exposit on Go Set
Forgotten Age: An adventure set in the universe of Exalted. Try it, you'll like it.
This thing got singed pretty bad. Fortunately, it and this odd ninja painting seem to be the only products that were harmed.
You're not sure what benefit could come from combining a serpent with a pistol. Too bad you can't store more than one weapon in your current inventory. Still, you're reluctant to use your favorite pet in such a reckless manor.
Yep! The stuff on display isn't everything you've got in stock, so customers are free to peruse the store's inventory this way.
This painting isn't for sale. In a completely unrelated tangent, sometime after you found it you woke up with a number written on your hand, but it was written in magic marker so it washed right off. It probably didn't mean anything important about you.
Your precious money is safe. Smart shopkeepers always opt for the "supervillain-proof" models!
You take a look at some more of your stock. Not all of these are weapons, obviously. Somehow it seemed fitting to put them here, though.
Then there's this thing. It was brought in by a stag beetle man. He was somewhat avoidant on why it had such a musky odor. Once you cleaned it, you found it to be big, soft, and cuddly!
Uh... Hm. Maybe later.
Though you do get another idea. You store the plushy lizard thing in a special inventory slot...
... Which alters the appearance of your clothes! Best app you ever bought.
Oh, that sounds like deadly fun! You retrieve the chainsaw.
And conjoin it with your halberd.
Fortunately, chainsaws are technically tools and not actually weapons, or you'd never be able to store it at all. You'd have to actually carry it around, like some sort of caveman or starving african.
UNfortunately, since you're not in any danger, you won't be able to pull out your halberd and see what happened. Drat!
Well, that's enough goofing around for now! Better get this place cleaned out.
There. It took quite a while to get everything in order, but the silly montage music you had been whistling the whole time made it a breeze. It's going to get dark soon.
Better get yourself ready for-
... Aww crap. Why now?
Fuuuuuuck. It's her.
You go upstairs, since there's no way to get this conversation going on the downstairs terminal.
She always seems to bother you when it's especially troublesome: Perfectly annoying timing.
Sure enough, she's contacting you through your chat program. Let's get this over with.
Chatlog:
Woah. She jailbroke your inventory's weapon safety. That's an unexpected gesture from her.
Let's see if your halberd is looking any good.
Oh hell fucking yes.
You take the time to set up a little nest for yourself in the lavatory. Unfortunately, your matress was just too big to put in your inventory, so you couldn't bring it down here. Oh well!
You change into your nightgown. You know, this might not be so bad. It's kinda like camping... In some sort of cave. And at least you won't have to come all the way downstairs to use the bathroom! Nothing left to do now but try and get some sleep. Fortunately there's still some police staking out in the street in case that creepazoid comes back, so you can sleep easy.
The sun never sets in the Aether.
But it does get dark.
And then the moonlight comes.
Pity they who have no shelter.
The dark sun smites them like a scornful god.
Their bodies, minds, and souls are burned away.
Leaving only one thing...
Lustre.
These poor ghouls are said to wander darkened streets and abandoned sewers, seeking the mortality they lost.
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Last edited by Bropocalypse; 03-14-2012 at 03:21 PM.
The chainsaw halberd may very well be the most awesome thing I have ever seen. Anywhere. Can't wait to see it in action.
>Dust City Ghostbusters: be a thing.
I would be delighted if I could just scrap this account and make a new one that doesn't have a stupid name. Sadly, there's a rule specifically stating I cannot. I could be happier about that.
Okay, so what do they actually do? They're presumably dangerous in some capacity or another.
They
They can't phase through walls can they
That would be bad
>Be the lost ghoul
So there's this guy with two Lustres, and there are stray Lustres walking around.
I sense a connection.
Current Adventure:
Sara> Disconnect your store's inventory from the internet
Creepazoid>Gain a THIRD lustre!
>Sara: try not to have horrible dreams.
>Narrator: expound on what the hell the Aether really is.
Yellow Lustre Man: knock over that trashcan
> Resolve to murder that obnoxious internet person.
> Continue world-building exposition.
The only constant is Chaos.
Avatar by the Amazing Gentrigger, author of Songs we sing, with some minor terrible editing by me to fit.
> Be the hacker chick.