Scene IV - Alcoholics AutonomousDrink up, drink down, drink left, right, and into the fourth spatial dimension. And if you even think about bringing up time, reality will slaughter you.
Unknown to the mobster, a ghost haunts this place.
Possess a radio in the speakeasy and say “hello, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to talk, people don’t like it when I use their bodies, so I’m using this radio instead”
Welcome to the game! The radio suddenly turns on, and the Godfather jerks back slightly, startled by the noise.
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A ghost? Reality must be getting real lazy. What's next? A vampire?" he scoffs.
I freeze, but while he is distracted my shadow sneaks around behind him and grabs the gun from his shadow. It then points the gun at the guy.
"Who sent you and why are you here?"
Your shadow swiftly swipes the gun from the man. He stumbles back against the wall, and raises his arms stiffly into the air. "
S-so it's true, then. Reality benders really do exist. Damn, I thought, we all thought it was a bunch of bullshit the feds made up for a cheap n' easy excuse to not bother with the Mob. But, I guess it really was too outlandish to be an excuse." he says reluctantly, taking deep breaths.
I use my telepathy to read the mind of the mysterious figure while heading for cover Incase The Godfather try’s to use his whiskeymancy on me again.
”I can’t get to that dastardly fiend with that that dastardly fiend walking around, let’s see what I can learn about him.”
I mutter to myself.
You use telepathy on the figure in the shelves!
...It seems to be... a tad bit difficult to read. Perhaps if you... concentrate harder...
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Flesh flesh flesh flesh..." "
Do I hear buzzing? Buzzing... buzzing... Not good." "
Prepare web. Shoot at evil men." "
One two three five four... One two three four... Four five..." "
Buzz... buzz... Buzz bad! Delicious fly flesh bad. Protect. Protect." "
Protect man to live, live to protect man." "
Bathroom... Strange man. Foreign man. Not good." "
Stop thinking. Someone in mind. Mind not safe." "
One two one two one two one two." "
Bad thing happening. Radio - not safe. Strange men around. Protect." "
Someone in head. Not good. Not good. Not good."
Ah! Reading this creature's thoughts seem to give you a headache. Whatever it is, it's not good news.
Watching paint drying is an arduous task;
to not faint while trying, take a sip of this flask.
The liquor inside it hides many a wonder:
answers to question like "will this paint dry much longer?"
While slurring his words, the liquor spoke so:
"Can you be much thicker?! It dried long ago!"
So spoke the liquor and lo, it is true.
An astute observation from this wise and aged brew.
With that done and dealt with, I talked to the man
whose mission was over; he now had no plan.
"Mitch, It's your brother, and I need your aid.
Let's kill the godfather, don't make me wait."
I am reality, and my words are as such:
Your liquor pollutes me, perhaps you've had too much.
But alas, my dwellers have for long come to think,
That I'm not good enough, and as such - they will drink.Mitch ascends from the basement of the speakeasy. Brotherhood is a bond stronger than half of all other bonds.
Use the 200 souls I consumed to make my self into the most powerful donkey ever, then punch the speakeasy and see what happens.
You have become the Donkey of the Rising Sun. You punch the speakeasy, and the speakeasy shrieks in pain! It topples over, flipping upside down. Bottles of alcohol smash across the floor. The toxicity levels of the speakeasy spike up yet again.
I get a knife and uncompress myself, turning the knife to a huge sowrd, maybe.
You attempt to decompress with the knife, but the enlarged knife fused into your hand in the process! You now have a sword for a hand.
I spontaneously appear and bash the enemy over the head with a basin.
You attempt to smash the Godfather, but accidentally stick yourself to the webbing around him. Whoops.
I spontaneously appear and bash the enemy over the head with a basin.
I think actions need to be bolded
Actions don't, in fact, need to be bolded. It's a thing people do for aesthetics, but I accept actions regardless.
I take very ordinary knife, and carve the ground of mansion out. I continue carving at the very unreality of the mansion I've bought, gradually seperating it from the rest of the world, until the whole place is disconnected. How do I do it with an ordinary knife? Well, the knife is so ordinary that,even though it's in a bootleg reality, it acts like it's real! this lets it cut through unreality like an ordinary knife through unreality.
You know what? Sure. Your mansion is now disconnected. What next?
Judging by the telepathy conducted by MedievalParadox, the creature in the shelves appears to be inhuman. Hmm, perhaps you'll have to dig deeper to find out what it
really is- No, wait, it just crawled out. It's a giant god damn spider abomination. Welp. "
Flesh flesh flesh flesh..." it screeches from its abyssal mouths. To make matters worse, the Donkey of the Rising Sun has just tipped the entire speakeasy over. Alcohol toxicity levels rise again, and you'll have to avoid the fumes if you want to make it out alive! Bobo begins materializing in the process. Bobo always returns.
The Malefic Girl rolls around the ground, waiting for her allies to return. Some day!
SpeakeasyMobster Godfather: 46/50 HP. Protected by sticky webs! Under the protection of the spider.
Abominable Spider: 16/16 HP. Protecting the Mobster. Impervious to the fumes!
AlleywayDonkey of the Rising Sun: 7/7 HP. Souls consumed: 200.
Malefic Girl: 5/5 HP. How's the cult coming along?
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