Heh, not quite, but I'll let Paranatual in for GM'ing a Mafia game, and Derm just cause I'm a nice guy. If 8 people get to be too much, I'll just have to creatively kill you off
. However, any other non-GM's will have to go on a waiting list. Now, since the first turn is always the fastest, let's get this ball rolling.
Turn the First:Order some more of whatever it is, it could be useful later
| You groggily stumble over to the bar, but it appears the barkeep is nowhere to be found. You take a seat on a barstool and rest your head on the bar.
Look around the floor for a (magical) wand or a ring.
| You open your eyes, and through the dim light peeking through the cracks in the woodwork, manage to find a small ring made of what appears to be a flower's stem. Doesn't seem too sturdy, but you put it on anyways.
Dance my hangover away.
| You stand up, and though your splitting hangover keeps you from remembering anything else, you do remember that exercise is good for getting the blood moving and curing hangovers! You thus break out in an impromptu interpretive dance, and though there's no music, you still look pretty good. You call it “A Salute to the Sun and Denouncement of the Devil of Drink.” Surprisingly enough, it gets your blood moving to the point where you don't have a hangover anymore. You still can't remember anything, though...
Run outside and throw up. Then investigate my surroundings.
| You wake up, and don't even have time to stand up before you're heaving on the floor near the fireplace. There's not much in there, but you still manage a good puddle. The tavern keeper, attracted by the sound, comes out and starts yelling at you, demanding that you pay for this mess or clean it up yourself. Of course, numerous stains on the floor imply that this happens all the time, so you just collapse back down in your own puke and moan.
Stand up; see if I have a mustache. If not, make a mustache out of a broom and don it proudly.
|You stand up, and wipe your mouth in an attempt to get rid of the vile taste from the night before. While your hand is on your upper lip, you feel a slight tingle of hair. It appears you do have a mustache, but it's not extraordinary impressive.
Stare around at the people beside me, see if I can figure out if I know any of them.
| You're still feeling slightly out of it from the hangover, but through the daze, you think you recognize most of the people around you. Or at least, names pop into your head. The fellow sitting at the bar is Wolfchild, the chap putting on a plant ring is Tarran, the interesting dancer is Quarr, the poor drunk laying in a puddle of his own vomit is Flintus, the gentleman with the mustache is Tyuli, the man talking with the bartender is Dermonster, and the crazy is Paranatural. You can't seem to remember anything more about them, except that they are all reasonably good company while intoxicated. Oh, and you remember that your name is Tehstefan, though you can't quite remember how to pronounce it.
Ask the bartender for the hangover cure.
| You go over to the bartender, and ask him for a cure for a hangover. He laughs, “Considering how much you boys drank last night, I suppose you definitely need that, cheechako.” Giving a dirty look towards Flintus, he walk back over to the bar and begins mixing something out of sight. He hands you a wooden mug full of some black liquid substance. “This'll cure anything ya got. Just don't ask what's in it.”
Convert these heathens to Smurg, the Lord Of Flies!
| You get up on a table and begin preaching the virtues of worshipping Smurg, Lord of the Flies! Every heathen in the room is converted. Unfortunately, there appear to only be civilized(though that is slightly stretching the definition of the word), god-fearing men in this room. The bartender looks over at you and asks, “What, are you still drunk? Get down off there afore you hurt yourself!”
Status:
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Flower-Stem Ring
Otherwise Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Excellent
Inventory:
Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Covering of vomit (-1 to interacting with civilized NPC's)
Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Unexamined
Abilities:
Has unkempt mustache
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Unknown Hangover Cure
Otherwise Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Current location: Old Tavern
Health: Hungover (-1 to mental actions)
Inventory:
Unexamined
Abilities:
None known
Also, a few notes:
Any action attempting to remember your specific past will likely fail, though trying to remember more about a specific item/other person/place may succeed.
Also, this is a psudo-serious RTD. Crazy actions can and will succeed if the dice demand it, and I don't mind having an insane action every once in a while, but try to keep it overall on the level.
I will challenge myself to use Dictionary.com's word of the day in each turn. Small bonuses may apply if you're the first to spot it and define it.
First one who can tell me correctly what PUC stands for gets a single use +2 to any action.
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Topic: PUC RTD: Turn 15 - Good luck comes to those who need it least (Read 21759 times)