"Um, Ok... well, he's crazy."
Ahrian turns around and looks over at the spear-bearing-girl.
"Hey, careful now, falling off that cliff would really suck."
Ahrian offers a hand to the spear-carrying girl, and watches in case she might stumble off the cliff.
If she does stumble off the cliff, try to catch her, but don't go so far as to dive off the cliff myself.
Back away from the edge, attempting not to bump anyone. Gaze out over the edge and look for a damned way down.
Ahrian reaches a hand to her new friend, or at least she thinks she's a friend. Faye steps back, considering how to get down. Well, there's nothing obvious on this side, [7+1] but there's clearly a rope on the other side of the mountain one could climb down...a little...
Challenge someone to a rap battle that isn't Superblast.
Try to find a way down. Preferably one that doesn't end in my death.
Also, be slightly willing to do rap battles, I guess.
Edmund contemplates ways to get down, but gets nowhere before Snow comes out of it and starts rapping!
"My name's Billy Snow, I'll soon put out
That freakish grin on your ugly snout!
You butler tool, and giant fool,
Who I will shortly rap to gruel!" SURPRISE RAP: -2 to next Enemy Roll
"I'm Edmund Ross, of Ross's line.
I am quite skilled at rhythmic rhyme.
To out-poem me would be folly
And would leave me rather jolly. WHA?: Enemy slightly confused.
"You got no clue
What I do t'you!
This ain't yo' poem slam,
I'm a Rappin' Man!" BAD HALF-RHYME: -1 to future Rolls
"You are no good at rhyming lines.
For that, my cousin cleaned the pines
As punishment. You are a pathetic
And uneducated sidekick
Of a theoretical man
Who put up with your syntax can.""You ain't got that,
You mangy cat!
I'm the best rapper
Who done worn that hat!
I gots rhyme and the rhythm
The beat of the streets!
And fools who think I can
Not, beat off yo' feets!" PROVED HIS POINTS: +1 to Enemy Rolls, -1 to Rolls
"You proved my points, they're all correct.
The casualty must be your neck,
In a metaphor sense (of course,
For you are more than a mere horse).
But, your mind seems so much equine
Forgiven be that oops of mine." CRITICAL RHYME: +1 to Rolls
"So I's a horse? You got that wrong.
I'm a stallion of song!
I'll kick yo' ass from here to there
And I can do it anywhere!" SEUSSIAN RHYME: -1 to Rolls
"That, if true, is beside the point.
This here is not a dueling joint.
(Or will it be? Later, but not now.)
I must say, you rap like a cow." BURN!: +1 to Rolls
"Appropriately, for as I'll said
You rap like a dairy maid!" PREDICTABLE: -1 to Rolls
"This is the best you have, my friend?
Then I'm afraid this 'duel' must end.
Your poems are getting much worse
And I doubt they still count as verse
If ever they did. And I doubt that.
I've heard better from the house-cat,
Yowling at the fox-hounds come home...
Where you will go, with brains of loam." FATALITY--Enemy is Defeated!
Wow, for a rapper, Snow
sucks at rap. Anyhoo, a point to Edmund from Snow.
As Billy Snow skulks off a bit, he hears a deathgroan from the building. Weird, normally he didn't notice others deaths. Weird
er, he can see a strange item materializing. They're a pair of simple, dark blue, high-heeled boots. They come into half-being, float over to Billy, and merge onto him before solidifying. As they do so, he can hear the voices of half a dozen whispering in his ear. From the sound of it, they sound as confused as he does.
'Hey..... does anyone know the way down?'
Search for anyone who doesn't appear to want me dead. Propose a team up.
There are several options. Surprisingly few people are actively trying to kill you. There's those other women on the edge of the cliff, the rapper rapping against some kind of poet (and losing), and even those guys in the building aren't trying to kill
you. You're paralyzed with indecision...Try being more specific.
".... Erm...."
Shrug
"that was strange"
Walk off and look for something intreresting.
"You was supposed to wither him like a slug! Not turn cute and furry! I'll just do it myself...."
Knock out the guy and steal his stuff. If anything looks fun dangerous, use it on him.
[9-3-1v3+1] Evil Unlucky swings at Ludian but is too slow to strike a crawling man. Pathetic. He curses at Mylio, who chitters angrily back, presumably complaining that she's not any more thrilled about the result than E.U. is. [3-3-1-1v10+1] Angrily, E.U. stomps over and smashes at the other man's head, [10+1+2v1-3-1;6+1v2-3] caving it in instantly. Hm, maybe "knocking out" someone requires a more...gentle touch? Still, something gives him a willie. Not the willies, just one. Maybe two.
The First Age has ended! The last survivor: Billy Snow!
As the Age of Confusion has ended, let the Second Age begin!
Nancy Albello Spawns!Nancy screamed as she fell into the book, and then picked herself up. This wasn't the library, and it didn't look like the inside of any book she had seen. There were vines and a tree inside a solid-looking stone building, with a big, angry man standing over the corpse of a withered man with a crushed skull, and a chipmunk who looked somewhat irritated. Weird. Weird
er, and that's a word that's being bandied about a lot, there's a fading sound of epic but ominous music. As Nancy stands up, she notices a weight on her back. It is a white, skull-shaped backpack, and in it is a little book with her face on it...
But that man...that mad man, he must die. She knew it.
'.,*'',.;`,',.`
'.`',.`'.`,.*',
";.`,'"`.;,`:'.
'.-o'.`,;`'.:`'
;'*;'`"[,;'`.',
':.`*--@--'`;,.
-.'`,|c@+|;';.,
':`.,+,I++'*'@:
o;'`.|@++|'*"@,
".`;,--+--'.`,:
;`';.@*@.`':".`
'.-o'.`@;`'.,`'
"`.,;'`".,;`".,
;`*'.;,`";.`'@@
"*;.,'*;,o.;"`,
-----
Statuses-----
Who wants to guess what ends eras?
Author
Topic: The Islands of Misery: Another Turn (Read 53521 times)