same old me
>Anne: Grab fake arms from chest
Should we be adding ms paint pictures?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean
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>Anne: Grab fake arms from chest
What chest? Don't you mean the drawer?
You quickly retrieve an old toy musket from the drawer. What a piece of shit.
Nah. This is just for shits and giggles.
edited 6th Sep '11 9:06:15 PM by annebeeche
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
same old me
>Anne: Survey your surroundings
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean
watching down on us
>Anne: Survey your surroundings.
A number of IMPORTANT HISTORICAL ARTIFACTS are scattered around your room. You have a variety of INTERESTS: you are fascinated by PAGAN GERMANIC CULTURE, most notably the VIKINGS and the ANGLO-SAXONS, and you've collected a few precious artifacts from these peoples. You like to research the ETYMOLOGICAL HISTORY OF WORDS AND NAMES. You express your creativity through ART, WRITING, playing the PIANO and RESEARCH. You like to translate things into OLD ENGLISH and OLD NORSE, and participate in HISTORICAL REENACTMENT. Sometimes you dabble a little in METALLURGY and CLOTHESMAKING, however you are so shitty at it that you wonder why you even bother (oh, wait, it's the reenactment). You like to watch WORLD WAR II FILMS and GIRLY MAHOU SHOUJO ANIME and read NORSE SAGAS and DYSTOPIAN LITERATURE.
Some of this is fictional.
edited 6th Sep '11 9:17:39 PM by annebeeche
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
Planet-Killer
>Anne: Look for a sword
Shameless Self-promotion ho!
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>Anne: Look for a sword
Not hard—there's like a bajillion swords here, and they're all remarkably shitty.
You wave the sword around in the air—it's stagnant, improperly balanced, the blade would break and dull in certain places in no time if the thing was actually used.
Why do you keep trying to make these things?
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
Permanently Banned
>Anne: Look for the legendary sword of Sir Galahad. It is in that pile somewhere.
edited 7th Sep '11 4:35:04 AM by Shichibukai
Requiem ~ September 2010 - October 2011 [Banned 4 Life]
Departed days ahead.
>Anne: Ignore that last thought. Make yourself another sword. It'll turn out better this time.
I guess we could go... wherever we please.
pobody's nerfect
>Anne: Find a decent swordsmith in your area and enrol as an apprentice.
MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
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>Anne: Ignore that last thought. Make yourself another sword. It'll turn out better this time.
You decide to ignore the completely irrational compulsion to find the sword of Sir Galahad in your collection of artifacts and shitty smithery. It is irrational because Sir Galahad is from Arthurian legend, which, of course, is 99% a huge load of poppycock, albeit exciting and entertaining poppycock.
Regardless, you return to your forge down in the basement and begin work on a new sword. Wow look at this beautiful thing maybe this one will turn out alri—oh fucking goddamnit the hot brand's broken in three.
You force the yellow pieces back together with your tongs and do that cool-looking hammer-banging blacksmithy thing.
>Anne: Find a decent swordsmith in your area and enrol as an apprentice.
You are the decent swordsmith in your area.
However, you are only decent by default, because you are the only swordsmith in your area. And you are actually a shitty swordsmith.
edited 9th Sep '11 11:03:28 PM by annebeeche
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
>Anne: Learn to play a children's card game.
"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
>Anne: Make friends with the nearest bird.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
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>Anne: Learn to play a children's card game.
Already done! You know how to play Egyptian Ratskrew, and Egyptian Ratskrew's the only multi-player game you'll ever need to know how to play.
>Anne: Make friends with the nearest bird.
You invite a friendly-looking cardinal to a game of Egyptian Ratscrew.
He doesn't seem very interested, and instead snatches one of your many shitty-looking silver brooches and flies out.
You lament the loss of pricey scrap silver and refill the birdhouse sitting in your basement to distract yourself from your own carelessness.
edited 9th Sep '11 11:08:39 PM by annebeeche
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
>Anne: Listen to this
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>Anne: Listen to this.
You satisfy a strange random compulsion to listen to the nonstop soulless soloing of at least three synthesized guitars. You think the melody is nice, but wish the song had a more variable voice with more punch.
Thousands of FFVI fanboys across the world start up and foam at the mouth with seething nerdrage at the sound of a person voicing her honest opinion.
edited 9th Sep '11 11:15:31 PM by annebeeche
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
>Anne: Go to the local trauma inn and get yourself some well deserved sleep.
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>Anne: Go to the local trauma inn and get yourself some well deserved sleep.
Stifling a huge yawn, you head out your front door for the nearest trauma inn. Today was a long, busy day.
Wait, trauma inn? Why would you go to an inn when you have your very own bed to sleep in right here? Your need of sleep is making you unable to think straight.
You head up stairs and go straight to bed!
And with that I'm going to bed for real.
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
Planet-Killer
>Anne: Wake up and steal an Einhander.
edited 10th Sep '11 2:35:00 AM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
>Anne: Wake up and sell your house to buy the best Zweihander possible.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Decemberist
>Anne: Listen to this without cringing.
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> Try to turn this into an internet meme.
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>Anne: Wake up and steal an Einhander.
No need, your house is full of single-handed swords, as Vikings never used swords with two hands. Granted, they were all forged by you, so they're all shitty.
>Anne: Wake up and sell your house to buy the best Zweihander possible.
What? No! You need that house for living in!
Besides, what kind of a jerk sells a sword at the price of a house?
>Anne: Listen to this without cringing.
You satisfy the compulsion to listen to more unfamiliar music, and find yourself to be amused by said music instead of cringing.
... Kind of catchy. Those cooky notpolish Slavic folks.
edited 10th Sep '11 8:39:01 AM by annebeeche
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
>Anne: Go to the kitchen and make an omelet for breakfast.
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> Anne: Approach the strange intruder.
Always hiding my keys in the bug bucket, you bastard dog.
>Anne: Make sillydumb MSPA-style thread in game forums.
Done, and done. This is just going to be a fun little gameexperimentthing for shits and giggles, may not even last long.
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.