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Phantom

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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #150 on: November 22, 2009, 10:44:20 pm »

>Ignore suggestions that are very stupid, may wound you physically or mentally, plain strange, or just not possible for Iknans.
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #151 on: November 23, 2009, 08:18:05 am »

(Armok, why did you have to do that? I made it clear what would happen, and yet you even have commands that would buffer negating ones.)

> use mage-sight on helmet, seeing if you can catch a glimpse of anything before you feel to ill.
 In another fit of insanity, or perhaps masochism, you tip off your helmet and invoke mage sight. You immediately vomit all over it, but the fact that mage-sight sees through eyelids gives you a glimpse of the helmets enchantment. As you retch on the floor, and your mind processes the vision, you realize you totally wasted your breakfast to see a simple ring of "sticky" and "fitting" magical energy.

> try some other magic
 "No!" You cough at the thought, you know right now that you do not enjoy pain.
You are once again very hungry.
You have tremors.
Your insides feel like an old battlefield that continues to burn to this day.
Your throat, esophagus, and mouth burn.
You feel generally very ill.

> practice some magic-related knowledge that is purely theoretical and does not involve actually using magic energies or such things.
 Your brief glimpse passes through your mind, you recognize it to be beginner's work and know it's purpose, but your thoughts aren't that coherent right now.

> on second thought, do not try majik so soon after eating. you needed that meal
 What were you thinking?! You really needed that meal. For something.

> If self becomes sleepy for any reason, put hand in fire or slap self.
 You don't care if you go to sleep.

> Just knock on the door and say "Please let me out. Please."
 You hoarse voice tries to say the words, but you have to try yelling to produce enough sound.

> Have some R and R. (Which means DON'T fall asleep, but rest.)
 You wish for this in your position on the floor.

> Once we feel better, knock on the door again.
 You crawl over and bang on the door, regardless of how you feel, in the hopes that someone might help.

> Wait until Garth comes in and ask for some medicine.
 It doesn't take very long before you hear the jingling of keys and the opening of locks, or you don't think it was very long. You roll to the side to keep from blocking the door, and your eye facing upwards takes in the towering figure of Garth. He looks fairly disgusted, and his nose appears to be cringing. You ask him simply "help?" although it doesn't come out the first time, the yelling attempt produces enough sound to be heard clearly. Garth gives you a very odd glare and demands that you "Stop remembering things!" He hefts you up by one arm and over his shoulder, but luckily you don't feel like p▬
You are unconscious.
Misery colors your unconsciousness.

> Seriously, be patient and then ask for some medicine.
You are unconscious.
Misery colors your unconsciousness.

> If no one comes, just vomit in a corner.
You are unconscious.
Misery colors your unconsciousness.

> Attempt to smelt pieces of the chainmail, gauntlet fingers, and the piece of spiraling metal.
You are unconscious.
Misery colors you unconsciousness.
(That also wouldn't work anyway, for any reason.)

> Attempt to smelt the metal into a crude dagger/sword.
You are unconscious.
Misery colors your unconsciousness.

> Use whatever to pull it out
You are unconscious.
Misery taints your unconsciousness.

> Cool it with the tea.
You are unconscious.
Misery taints your unconsciousness.

> Try pouring whatever is left of the soup on it too.
You are unconscious.
Misery taints your unconsciousness.

> Put some more wood on the fire.
You are unconscious.
Misery taints your unconsciousness.

> Attempt to play chess using various objects.
You are unconscious.
Misery taints the background of your unconsciousness.

> Hide dagger/sword in wood pile. Or anywhere else.
You are unconscious.
Misery taints the background of your unconsciousness.

> Get a well desereved sleep.
You are unconscious regardless.
Misery taints the background of your unconsciousness.

> Have a happy dream.
You are unconscious.

> Enter a strange mood.
You are unconscious, but almost do so.

> Ignore suggestions that are very stupid, may wound you physically or mentally, plain strange, or just not possible for Iknans.
You are unconscious, but during this time your Common Sense tries to assert itself better.

(Phantom, why do you post so many commands in one interlude? So often events change before the commands go anywhere, this time they were mostly negated. Oh, also note that each command causes time to pass, so you take quite a bit of it, "wait" commands aside.)
« Last Edit: November 23, 2009, 09:27:45 am by Nivm »
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #152 on: November 23, 2009, 10:47:57 am »

>Enter Coma

>Wait don't do that.
>Wake up whenever.
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #153 on: November 23, 2009, 11:19:27 am »

> Enter Coma
 You don't think you can do that by unconscious will, it would probably require serious injury.

> Wait don't do that.
 ...

> Wake up whenever.
 You find yourself slowly drifting back to consciousness. You open your eyes a little. Your vision is filled with the dancing flames of a crackling brazier fire and the folds of your blanket. Your curled up on a bed of some sort, buried in blankets. You are warm, cozy, and would be disinclined to move if you weren't so hungry.
« Last Edit: November 26, 2009, 08:02:23 pm by Nivm »
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Imagine a cool peice of sky-blue and milk-white marble about 3cm by 2cm and by 0.5cm, containing a tiny 2mm malacolite crystal. Now imagine the miles of metamorphic rock it's embedded in that no pick or chisel will ever touch. Then, imagine that those miles will melt back into their mantle long before any telescope even refracts an image of their planet. The watchers will be so excited to have that image too.

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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #154 on: November 23, 2009, 11:32:39 am »

>Hunger for brains

>Oh god dammit, stupid voice of the undead GET OUT!
>Now thats over, just wait a bit and then get up.
>GET UP YOU MAGGOT!!! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO IKNAN KIND! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED!!!!
>Holy shit its the Drill Sarge.
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #155 on: November 23, 2009, 03:12:46 pm »

> Remember things
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #156 on: November 23, 2009, 03:39:49 pm »

> Remember more things.
> remember magic
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #157 on: November 23, 2009, 03:51:45 pm »

> Obey Armok
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #158 on: November 23, 2009, 03:52:08 pm »

>Ignore those two. Common Sense may be your only way out of this.
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #159 on: November 23, 2009, 03:53:52 pm »

And what has common sense gotten us? Right back in the Comfy Chair!
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #160 on: November 23, 2009, 04:03:28 pm »

>Blargh.
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #161 on: November 23, 2009, 04:04:29 pm »

We already did that. Fun fact: a magic helmet can hold the average puke.
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Re: Text you can play; you are somewhere.
« Reply #162 on: November 23, 2009, 04:07:01 pm »

>Bow Chicka Bow Wow.
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« Reply #163 on: November 23, 2009, 06:32:45 pm »

>Try to camouflage self.
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« Reply #164 on: November 26, 2009, 03:41:59 pm »

> Hunger for brains
 Your thoughts of food return an image of brain, instead of the usual soup, then a brain mixed with soup. You crave this unhealthy organ so you sit up, and the blood rushes out of your head, momentarily blinding you and preventing thought.

{Truncated.} (That's enough of that silliness.)

> Remember things
 Instead of paying any further attention to possibly inappropriate food, you try and remember things. You recall waking up once, going back to sleep. Waking up again from a bad dream and eating soup, then trying the door; for some reason you'd been locked in. You fell asleep again because you had nothing else to do, then woke up and tried mage...-vomit. Ugh. So you responded by yelling at the door, and sitting there. A busy feeling took you, so instead of eating, you started randomly picking up objects and wearing them. After just a bit more randomness, you ate your soup and tried to walk off the sickness; which worked to some extent. But you made yourself sick again and lost your breakfast right afterwards. What did you do that for? Ah yes, to learn about nothing important. Someone came...Garth came into the room and yelled at you, then picked you up...you can't seem to recall what happened even moments after though. It seems like you should remember a lot more, but it's like you were drunk that night...and the night before, and before that, and before that. The time Before seems either too unclear to make out or simply non-existent.

> Remember more things.
 You concentrate on those indistinct things, trying to collect detail, to make them clear. You begin to remember some things...you've been here for a while now, and have been trying to get out. You've made plans towards that goal, and you have collected resources to achieve it...You've read books, learning, and have studied your environment...You spoke to Garth before! Although he didn't say very much. Your plans were mostly for him...You seem to recall doing a whole load of random things; you realize, as your past comes together, that you've acted really crazy! You even randomly snapped at some point and tried lighting your room on fire; you're guessing it was Garth who stopped that. You have also had some really bad dreams, and bad thoughts. You recall having such thoughts right before you ate and had some tea..."THE TEA!" That's whats fumbled your memory, there was a reason it gave you such a bad feeling! You fall back down in your bed, exhausted from sitting up and thinking.
You are definitely starving.
Your throat, esophagus, and mouth feel raw.
Your guts ache.
Your ring finger tingles.
You feel generally very ill.

> remember magic
 Yeah, you remember magic; you are certainly not going to try that again.

> Obey Armok
> Ignore those two. Common Sense may be your only way out of this.
> And what has common sense gotten us? Right back in the Comfy Chair!
 As you lay there, voices in your head argue, but don't seem very coherent to you. They do have a point though, Common Sense got you back to a warm place. But you aren't in a chair, your in a bed elevated off the floor.

> Blargh.
> We already did that. Fun fact: a magic helmet can hold the average puke.
 You did already do that. That really was a spacious helmet wasn't it?

> Bow Chicka Bow Wow.
 With your Common Sense you totally ignore the random jibberish poured into your head.

> Try to camouflage self.
 You pull the covers over yourself and pretend to be invisible.
« Last Edit: November 26, 2009, 08:02:06 pm by Nivm »
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Imagine a cool peice of sky-blue and milk-white marble about 3cm by 2cm and by 0.5cm, containing a tiny 2mm malacolite crystal. Now imagine the miles of metamorphic rock it's embedded in that no pick or chisel will ever touch. Then, imagine that those miles will melt back into their mantle long before any telescope even refracts an image of their planet. The watchers will be so excited to have that image too.
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