Sfile. Closed BETA players.

I'm wandering around Bocaj's land right now looking for the quest bed, and my dreamself is hidden away on Skaia. Are you blowing up Prospit or Skaia?

edited 7th Sep '11 3:51:53 PM by dundee_998

Did DML make a new big bomb? He gave his last one to Jack in exchange for the chain cutty thing.

You went into the building with the ground floor ready to blow. The one with the lights?

Oh, right. I was flying around the building, wondering who had turned on the lights. I'm willing to take being beaten up a bit, that's fine, but I'm not quite ready to give up my extra life yet.

So is DML staking out the place? I had gotten the impression that he had set up the bomb and buggered off.

Nah. He is kinda confused and being stupid. He set up the bomb in another building, but decided staying was boring and left, he only stayed cause of Dundee appearing. @Dundee you have 15 seconds to get clear. More than enough to get away from the blast. Building is toppling though. My guy just assumes your dead.

edited 7th Sep '11 5:01:12 PM by TheDeadMansLife

Gotcha, thanks.

>Make sense of the situation

You've just gotten off the computer with a homicidal teammate leaving a vaguely threatening message in the text box. Right now, you're still futzing around with AR's wing jacket trying to see who's doing what in Bocaj's house in the Land of Spheres and Fire. You've still got a cold lump of fear in your stomach from wondering whether he'd gotten a hold of your mother, and you're currently deciding to abandon the whole thing, beds and game, in favor of searching out your parental unit. In fifteen seconds, the building is going to explode and probably crush you with a falling bit of debris, and here you are blissfully checking out what sweet loot Bocaj left behind in his house.

Time's up.

The bombs activate, and destroy the already shaky foundation of house built on house built on house. The masonry falls and throws off the center of gravity on the main sphere. Gravity? Right now, it's a joke. A really bad one. A pillar dislodges itself and slams into your chest, inertia taking it and you slowly but surely away from the safe passage way of spherical stepping stones. It's knocked the breath out of you, and while you could easily untangle yourself from the massive piece of architecture, you decide to drift along for a bit until you get your breath back.

Problem is, air is a bit scarce this far away from the spheres.

For the record. I won't try to kill your real self as long as it is alone

>Be the Exile

You are now the Pacifist Visitor, locked in a flying vessel in the shape of a Christmas cracker, not that that term means anything to you. You're attempting to get the screen back onto the human child drifting into space, but computers were never your area of expertise. You were always much better with... well... running away. That, you're really good at.

Right now, you have to be good at making her wake up.

>Wake up.

>Maid, wake up.

>Please Maid

>If you won't wake

>then please

>Breathe◊

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DD: Guys?

DD: DM blew up the house in the Land of Spheres and Fire, and now the gravity is FUBAR.

DD: Just so you know.

DD: Also I lost my glasses. Gonna need to alchemize some new ones.

DD: :(

edited 14th Sep '11 8:33:30 PM by dundee_998

BC: SON OF A BITCH
BC: MY HOUSE
IBC: You okay, Dundee?
BC: RIGHT AFTER IT GOT BURNT DOWN TOO!
IBC: Need any help or anything?
BC: LASBLKHELKHHKWBLKRKLEKLHLKBWKLHE
IBC: I'm the Bocaj concurrent to you.

edited 14th Sep '11 8:41:03 PM by Bocaj

DD: Um
DD: I think I'm alright
DD: No broken bones, or anything.
DD: And I managed to float over to the part where there's still atmosphere to breath, so
DD: that's good.
DD: Huh. That's interesting. The portals are still in the same place, even after the sphere they were expanding from has been knocked off course.
DD: Anyway, I'm done with this stupid quest bed thing. I'm gonna go to the last gate, I think.
DD: Beat the midgame boss, get some sweet loot.
DD: See y'all on the Battlefield.

edited 14th Sep '11 8:56:43 PM by dundee_998

IBC: Your quest bed wouldn't be in my land, Dundee.
IBC: Well, whatever.
IBC: Be careful.

edited 14th Sep '11 8:58:42 PM by Bocaj

DD: Of course it i
DD: Yeah, you're right. How silly of me.
DD: Jeez, that bomb did a real number on this place.
DD: You guys be sure to stay within the atmosphere, kay? Oxygen deprivation isn't very fun.
DD: Think I might have lost a few brain cells back there.
DD: Anyway, bye.

>Return home◊

>Find your Denizen◊

>Descend◊

edited 1st Oct '11 9:26:45 PM by dundee_998

ERIS: Hello, dear.
DUNDEE: Hi
DUNDEE: you
DUNDEE: You're quite tall, aren't you.
ERIS: Hmm, if you say so.
ERIS: What is it you wanted to talk to me about?
DUNDEE: Well, not exactly talk, per se, more like
ERIS: Oh fuck that awful nonsense, can't it wait? You can't be looking forward to murdering a goddess for mere grist.
ERIS: I'm an anthropomorphic personification of Chaos, aren't there any questions you've been wanting to ask about this game?
DUNDEE: I… guess…
DUNDEE: What's the deal with the quest beds? It's disgusting and inhumane and
DUNDEE: and
ERIS: Oh you poor dear, come here.
ERIS: I don't have the answer you're looking for, other than the obvious explanation of deifying the heroic sacrifice, and that's not what you're looking for.
ERIS: You're not prepared with the questions you should have right now, but that's okay. I'll answer them anyway.
ERIS: Your mother is safe, for now. Quite an impressive woman. She's very good with those quilting needles, isn't she. However, all guardians of the Heroes are doomed. If you want to keep her alive, you must end the game soon, or else one by one your friends' protectors will fall.
ERIS: The choice you must make is to either rush the game and complete it as quickly as possible, or you can grind your way up with patience and accept their deaths.
DUNDEE: What? But that's as bad as the God Tier problem!
ERIS: Exactly. In fact, it is very closely tied with the God Tiers. Don't you think the game would go much faster if more people had the power of the gods?
DUNDEE: Oh jesus christ.
ERIS: He isn't listening, darling, it's just the Grecian pantheon in this session. We're a very popular lot, along with the Norse. Sadly enough, the Egyptian boys can't catch a break, poor fellows.
ERIS: And I think I've answered enough unfound questions for now. You can get the rest of what you need from your team players' meetings with their Denizens. Perhaps by then you lot will have found more of the questions you're supposed to be asking.
ERIS: Shall we fight?

edited 1st Oct '11 9:26:23 PM by dundee_998

>Be current SA.

Omegasprite: Hey. Hey SA. Hey.
stuffedAnimal: What?
Omegasprite: You should go meet your denizen.
stuffedAnimal: . . . 0k then.
Omegasprite: No, really. Go meet your denizen. Now.
stuffedAnimal: D0 1 have a ch01ce?
Omegasprite: Nope.
stuffedAnimal: W0nderful.

>Be slightly future SA.

You have just wandered through your denizen's palace to find him awake at the center. He's Quetzalcoatl. Cool.

Quetzalcoatl: . . .
stuffedAnimal: . . .
Quetzalcoatl: S o t h e n.
stuffedAnimal: . . . Hey.
Quetzalcoatl: H e y.
stuffedAnimal: . . . Y0u're b1g.
Quetzalcoatl: A r e y o u j u s t g o i n g t o m a k e o b v i o u s s t a t e m e n t s o r a r e y o u g o i n g t o s h u t u p a n d j a m ?
stuffedAnimal: 1 th0ught y0u'd never ask. (1've always wanted t0 say that.)
Quetzalcoatl: I k n o w.

You shut up and jam.
Within a 20 mile radius:
Imps covering their ears.
Giclopses shrieking in pain.
Consorts rejoicing.
It was great.

edited 2nd Oct '11 1:13:26 AM by stuffedAnimal

>Bocaj: Temporally locate yourself

No.

>Pretty please?

Oh, alright. Can't resist a verbal puppy dog eyes, me.

The Bocaj most similarly current compared to the other players is in the past with a Teebs from the future, learning first-hand about the history of the cat consorts in an effort to set right what once went wrong so he can use time dickery to stop the Empire of Cat from falling which will make the Land of Spheres and Fire somewhat less irritating to navigate. Current rate of progress is Cat Napoleon.

A Bocaj from the future is also running around. Up until recently (by the standards of the other players. Time travel makes summarizing tricky) he was traveling with the Teebs most similarly current to the other players but lent him to another Bocaj and then rode off until the narrative needed him to belt himself over the head and steal the TARDIS from himself. Its important to maintain the timeline especially when its funny. So, that's a thing.

A Bocaj from an intermediate point relative to these two other Bocajs is also running around and is the one that borrowed Current Teebs from Future Bocaj in order to get Teebs to use his Knight of Mind powers (which he doesn't have yet) to translate God's Design Notes: A Children's Book About Frog Breeding which contains secret information about Sfile and probably also some dirty limericks. Withering scorn not having helped Teebs manifest his Knight of Mind powers, Intermediate Bocaj decided to go to the Land of Sheep and Wolves to have Current Teebs herd some sheep probably thus setting up vague references to shenanigans to be fulfilled.

>Shit. How do you keep track of you?

Day planner actually.

>Really?

Yeah. Just make a note of when I see myself doing stuff and then arrange to do that stuff at that time once I'm them

>What? How can you tell when its the right time?

That's kind of my thing. Seer of Time.

>Oh.

Yeah.

>Can we be Future Bocaj? It seems he's not doing anything

We can be Future Intermediate Bocaj. He's having a wicked dance party with some sheep.

>No.

Every party needs a pooper and that's why they invited you. Party pooper, party pooooper.

>Future Bocaj: Do stuff

You are at the lair of your Denizen. The information in God's Design Notes: A Children's Book About Frog Breeding is available to you so you figure that you must have succeeded in getting Teebs to translate it some time in the past. Despite you hating you, you think you're alright and that when you're you, you'll understand why you had to do what you did.

But anyway, you are here to talk to your Denizen to get some confirmation on what you will have read in the past. Hopefully, Hephaestus won't be too much of a dick. And hopefully he won't be too upset about you killing him in his future, your past. You haven't seen any Bocajs from any point of the future of you. But that doesn't mean anything necessarily.

Welp. Into the breach.

>Be Jack Noir

You are still shadowing the White Queen. Stealthily. It feels like you've been doing it for pages and pages, honestly, and you have become so bored that your face has been scrolling through some awesomely obscure music. It's the only thing that's enabled you to keep on task, honestly. Oh look, what's she doing now? Your face dims again and the music stops while you stand there. And watch.

So much later that the old Jack disappeared and they had to hire a new one... Heehee. Your move, Jane!

edited 2nd Oct '11 1:37:21 PM by PulpFreeBookworm

ooc: Good to see you here, OJ. Nice introductory post. And god DAMN, that was some EXCELLENT timey wimey technobabble. I could never roleplay a Hero of Time, shit's too complicated for my simplistic brain.

Thanks! I agree, I don't think I'd be a Hero of Time at all, it'd confuse me too much. Also, I have a question for you guys, if you can help; what was Jack planning to do with the bomb from DML? I guess he wanted to blow up Prospit after getting the scepter? Or was it something else? Is the bomb powerful enough for that? Um...sorry if this is stuff I'm already supposed to know, but I went through the whole thread and I just got confused about this particular plot point.