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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:08 pm
omgIisonfiyah Mad Haru ((A family heirloom ain't gonna know s**t.)) ((Then find a corpse or something. *shrugs* )) ((I'm not gonna just kill off a character so we can have some exposition.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:35 pm
((Then throw a computer at it))
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 8:20 pm
((I was considering that.))
> ******** it, throw a computer in that b***h.
You flip out, throwing your laptop into the sprite.
Apparently a computer is an acceptable prototyping choice. Good to know.
There are a few beeps and you hear the distinct sound of pistons.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 8:29 pm
You wake up in a strange room overlooking a black city place-thing.
AA: Um, where the hell am I? I thought I was sleeping on a recliner.
AA: The hell man?
>> Blue: Discover you can fly
That seems incredibly lame considering what a badass ninja you are and OH MY GOD YOU CAN FLY!
>> Blue: WHEEEEEEEEE!
No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Real Ninjas don't go "Whee" when they fly! No, they are far too busy stalking people, waiting for the perfect chance to swoop in like A MAJESTIC F*CKING EAGLE!
>> Blue: Explore the place already.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:02 pm
>Follow the man's advice, make the gloves.
You decide that eh had a good idea with the knife gloves and you look around for something to make them wth. Of course you're running low ish on build grist so you shouldn't be too fancy. After several hours all you find is your brother's switchknife.
Wait. A. Moment.
>Combine
Holy mother of... your MMA gloves know have like switch knife abilities. Except because of your brother's knife design they sortta work like some famous superhero with metal claws. You hope you can actually use these things.
LS: Well now I'm BA.
LS: and for once I actually care about
LS: How
LS: Well actually first time I care about anything.
LS: I'm not the guy to mess with right now.
LS: Oh and one more thing, no not that card slot.
LS: I know what my capatchalog is.
LS: I meant the bigger thing. You know. Where my dad's work stuff used to be on the table down here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:21 pm
((Fiyah, if your character were either female or a Prospit dreamer, this would be slightly less of a ******** and the whole thing could be fixed with one additional character. Now the pattern's all ******** and I blame everyone. Especially me.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:43 am
{Finding someone to play a girl character in a Homestuck RP is about as hard as cutting through runny butter with a butcher knife. Or any RP, for that matter.} > Gale: Answer your comrades!Ppphft! As if you had the time, having just been ambushed by cabbage-headed clockwork sailor scout imps! You ignore the blatant fanservice as some try to transform, butchering them with your trusty knife. You feel like the ravenous villain of a B-rated slasher film. > Gale: ANSWER YOUR ******** COMRADES.Don't be such a b***h, jeez! Talk about ruining a girl's fun. You suppose you'll start with pinkie. AH: Got busy with some uppity imps.
AH: That's your captchalogue. How the ******** did you go through life if you never bothered with yours before this game?
AH: I almost feel sorry for you.Now for the orange-text guy. AH: I have no ******** clue. Probably one of our allies or something.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:09 am
>Answer bright blue bit.
Although she is a little bit, you really don't want to talk to her. Plus her color is cyan not blue.
>Answer the bit. Now.
No. Not in a million years. It'd take a giant...
>Holy mother of...
Holy mother of..... alright.... maybe that would be a good idea...
LS: Ok there's a giant
LS: Well
LS: THing
LS: outside my house right now. I don't even think I coud
LS: So much as
LS: Scratch it with my gauntlets, bad a** as they are.
LS: How
LS: The
LS: ********: DO I kill it?
LS: ... Not that I really care about this s**t.
((OH, and the word 'bit' is a shortened form of the word b***h.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:31 am
{I figured. XD She is a bit of a b***h, though. At least, she shall be when not talking face-to-face with someone.} AH: I'd suggest going with ranged combat, but I highly doubt that's your forté.
AH: Try to observe its behavioral patterns.
AH: If it's a bit dim-witted or unobservant, try a sneak attack.
AH: Even if it isn't, don't just rush into things blindly. We need more than your corpse to get through this, pinkie.
AH: Don't be afraid to run away and come back again, chipping at its health when you can.
AH: Also, don't be afraid to get creative and set up some traps. You've your whole house at your disposal, not to mention the world around you.
AH: In the right hands, anything and everything can be a weapon.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:42 am
LS: WEll that was
LS: Well
LS: More helpful than our past conversations would lead me to expect.
LS: Not that I care about things.
LS: Now excuse me I need to figure out how to do this.
>Desperately try to get the claws in your new gloves out.
Try as you might you cannot find a way to get them to work properly. It did for a moment, the claws were actually much longer than you had expected, but you can't seem to get the out again. Time for plan B.
>Find a higher ground. Jump into giant thing.
STupid. Kamikaze. Or insanely brilliant and sneaky? You suppose it depends on whether you scream as you jump off, which you might, since you are somewhat afraid of heights. Not that you care. You somehow get to the roof and you're just a bit higher than the thing's head.
>Jump.
You jump and land on it's head. This guy's poetry is worse than the others. ANd it isn't happy you jumped onto it. You hope it doesn't run around and try to-
>AHHHHHHHH
LS: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:26 pm
>Inform comrades of tragic loss.
You realise that AHHHHHHHHHHH!! could mean anything, but knowing what little contact you have had with LS, you get the nagging suspicion that he did something incredibly foolish. You take no blame for the misinterpretation of any and all advise that you give.
AH: Hey, guys?
AH: I think pinkie's porked.
AH: We should have a luau.
AH: Seriously, I'm craving pork and pineapple about now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:27 pm
AA: Is he talking about one of those giant monster things?
AA: Should I try and help him maybe?
AA: Assuming I can get to his house
AA: Or anyone else's house for that matter
AA: You know what
AA: I'm sure the pink dude will be fine
AA: Unless he made something he has no idea how to use
AA: Then he is ROYALLY F*CKED!
>> Blue: Wake up with bolt of inspiration!
You just had the best idea ever. Of all time. Seriously. All you have to do is go and get all the things you need.
>> Blue: Combine Recliner, Bed, Surround Sound Speakers and Computer.
At last, the perfect gaming chair! Hopefully you'll be able to keep all this cool stuff. Oh yeah, you remember that your supposed to be building up. Whatever the hell that means.
>> Blue: Ascend to first gate
Yeah yeah yeah, in a minute, you're gonna need more grist and it looks like you can combine all your alchemy crap into the contraption equivalent of a Walmart. Win! Oh yeah, you keep forgetting the important thing.
>> Blue: Stop being impressed at every little thing you do and get to work damn it!
Fascist. Fine, you'll kill more stuff and build to that weird circle.
>> Blue: Le wild Ogre appears.
F*ck him up!
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:39 pm
>Hold on for dear life
You desperately cling to the ogre (you are sure that is what this thing is called) and hope you won't be thrown off as he runs rampant around trying to shake you off. You'd beat the crap out of its eye or something if you could get it to stop moving!
>Ask for help
No way. You're too good for that. You'll word it differently.
LS: Umm, ok he's runinng around the damn place.
LS: How
LS: do I
LS: Slow this mo fo down?
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 9:23 pm
AA: You're the dude with the gloves right?
AA: If so, you could probably just punch him to death
AA: Oh wait!
AA: Do you own Street Fighter?
AA: You might be able to make gloves that shoot fireballs! : D
AA: Dude, that would be epic!
AA: Or you could hold on and wait and see if this portal thing lets me jump to your house.
AA: Whatever you feel like
>> Blue: Claim your spoils!
Aw yeah, Grist out the ying-yang! This should help you build up to your portal.
>> Blue: Enter through First Gate.
Totally, and now you're in some sort of Card Game Elvis concert place, full of trading cards with Elvis' face on them. Weird. Oh well, as soon as you find the Second Gate, you might be able to help the Pink dude.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 9:37 pm
((Zelly, how are we doing the second gate stuff? Is it going to be a round robin, next on the list type thing?))
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