Your name is LUMINA FRAGGAN and you are currently REALLY TIRED and therefore GROUCHY, so let's get this over with QUICKLY.
You deeply enjoy working with MACHINERY and tend to also dabble in ROBOTICS, which is a more specific branch of machinery, although you DETEST COMPUTING, which stems from an INCIDENT when you were younger.You have other INTRESTS, but you cannot be bothered to mention them at the moment.
You have recently been distributing a GAME to your fellows, a GAME your PROPHETIC DREAMS indicate will end the world, and GOOD RIDDANCE, as far as you're concerned.
Today, the last of your TEAMMATES will have recieved it, and the GAME CAN BEGIN.
Talking of dream prophecies, you're really TIRED. Did you mention that already?
>Eat the wires from your computer.
>Spill the beans on the incident.
No!
Computers are horrible and toxic anyway. The stuff in the wires isn't especially toxic, but you can't be too cautious. You wouldn't get any part of a computer in your mouth, you've had bad experiences with computers.
Let's just say 'the incident' was horrible and nasty and an accident and you had to have one of your hands sewn back on by your friend with illusions of surgery. It was rather traumatising, especially since you had to grow a new eye. And a few other internal organs that don't grow back like eyes, but the aforementioned friend somehow 'aquired' some spares. You didn't ask.
Did you know that in this species' language, the word 'Surgeon' and 'Butcher' are effectively the same words?
Good day to all who come across this signature! Would you care to read some forum adventures? Then i advise that you take a look at this here spolier!
Simplicity: A adventure where you create words, enhabit them, than watch as the intelligent life advance and grow. [Star]: Eight youths play a virtual reality game.[on hiatus]
Basically, this is a poster that says 'Machines'.
And no, you're not getting to see the back. It is important notes. Not any mushy poems. Really.
>Examine desk cheese items.
Unfortunately, your desk has no cheese on it.
A simple variable-size spanner/wrench thing, your preferred weapon. And a bunch of other simple things you might have made yourself. And why've you moved the table away from the wall for this?
A friend is now annoyingly contacting you. Which one?
Originally Posted by MegaRock35
Ezenr's a Hero of Breath. Also, his land has harp-scythes. Land of Blades and Melody?
Unfortunately no, he's not a hero of breath, and if you want another clue, what other character has had a music-related land? You'll find out soon enough what his title is, I think. Unless this adventure drags on for about six thousand years before any plot gets done, but how likely is that? (Very likely.)
Those three apply to the same person, oddly enough.
-- despicablePhysician [DP] began conversing with gloomyMachinist [GM] --
DP: Has *ur m*re idi*tically-inclined, red-eyed friend g*t the game yet?
DP: Exactly h*w l*ng will we have t* wait?
GM: shUt Up.
DP: N*. I shall n*t deign to s**the the p*inted cartilage flaps *n the sides *f y*ur exepti*nally empty skull with my silence.
GM: hOw nOblE Of YOU.
DP: Well? Was my c*ntacting of your n* d*ubt superlative genius p*intless or n*t?
GM: I'm fAIrlY sUrE hE's rEcIEvEd thE pAckAgE, And thAt thE gAmE stArts tOdAY.
DP: *h I'm sure that y*ur vague pr*phecies are entirely true in every way p*ssible.
DP: I mean, wh* w*uldn't trust the hallucinati*ns *f a n*t*ri*usly unreliable female with a penchant f*r injuring herself accidentaly with a c*mputer.
GM: YOU ArE sO ImpOssIblY smUg, hOw dO YOU EvEn mAnAgE It.
DP: Patience and practice, leafed-shrub jumping insect.
GM: Oh hA hA. mY, YOUr tAct And wIt knOw nO bOUnds.
GM: whY dId I EvEn AnswEr thIs? ~_~
DP: Because y*u are weak-willed en*ugh t* accept d*dgily-aquired *rgans, *ne careful *wner.
GM: Argh.
Good day to all who come across this signature! Would you care to read some forum adventures? Then i advise that you take a look at this here spolier!
Simplicity: A adventure where you create words, enhabit them, than watch as the intelligent life advance and grow. [Star]: Eight youths play a virtual reality game.[on hiatus]
Jack Noir is not available for stabbing purposes right now.
If you want to organise a stabbing, or feel that a stabbing could occur in your area, please contact him after the game starts, or leave a message after the tone.
>Beeeeeeeep<
>Jump up and down and cluck like a chicken.
That sounds demeaning.
What's a chicken?
>Try to wake # up.
>Meet some Carapacians who will most definitely not be important later in the story, no sir.
You head off to find your compatriot's quarters.
Wheeeeee!
He's not there!
The gentleman explains that the Thief has gone missing, and no-one can find him.
>Ask the inhabitants of this strange place about the possible whereabouts of the thief! SOMEONE must have seen him....
Oh wait.... he said that nobody can find him.... which means everyone is already looking!
Scratch that....
>Think about where this thief might have gone... and follow your instincts?
Unfortunately, the gentleman knows nearly nothing about where the Thief went, only that he is gone. Normally he comes up every now and then to see whether the Thief is asleep, but this time he is gone without the usual note!
FOUL PLAY MUST BE INVOLVED, only you suspect there isn't.
>Is it possible that the person just happened to wake up and go exploring?
>Just think about where he's gone.
Very possible. This guy was awake for ages before you awoke, and has spent ages just wandering around outside his peculiar residence, thieving stuff in his sleep from the temple near his home.
Normally he stays near his tower and leaves occasionally to wander around.
In fact, there he is, now. Where did this thing come from?
ConverseLog.
-- lackadasicalCorsair [LC] began conversing with gloomyMachinist [GM] --
LC: #u#
LC: # - Are you asleep? I found the coolest thing!
LC: ## - If you look away from the big blue thing, there's this grey line a long way away!
GM: wOw. YOU cAn sEE.
GM: I thInk sOmEOnE tOld mE It wAs A lOt Of mEtEOrs. Or AstErOIds, If thEY'rE jUst flOAtIng ArOUnd.
LC: # - Aww.
LC: ## - It looked like a magic grey line a long way away!
GM: ~_~ sIgh.
GM: thErE's thIs wOrrIEd-lOOkIng cArApAcE mAn whO dOEsEn't knOw whErE YOU ArE.
GM: A sEArch hAs gOnE OUt.
LC: # - Really!
LC: ## - That's so cool!
LC: ### - I think I'll hide for a bit!
LC: #### - Bet you can't catch me!