Something something DBZ
Eat some pie
What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets, but enough talk have at you!
> Eat some pie
You do not have any pie, nor free hands with which to eat it.
What do you do?
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Hans are we the baddies?
Something something DBZ
I drop the stuff and find some pie I WANT PIE
What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets, but enough talk have at you!
> I drop the stuff and find some pie I WANT PIE
You still don't have any pie, however as you struggle, you can hear the distant conversation stop and the creak of the door. Your desperate craving for pie makes you realise how hungry you really are, you don't recall having eaten in a long time and you notice the sweet aroma of baking bread and cooked meats coming from beyond the door.
What do you do?
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edited 20th May '15 1:17:07 PM by Veritastheeidolon
Hans are we the baddies?
Something something DBZ
Try to ram into the door
What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets, but enough talk have at you!
> Try to ram into the door
As you are still hog-tied you don't have much mobility, but you start to wriggle and turn to face the door just in time to see a squat pale blue skinned human-like figure with a narrow leering face and dressed in tatty patched brown leathers walk in carrying a butchers knife. "Good news, turns out we don't need you alive after all"
Beyond them you catch a glimpse of a wolf-headed figure dressed in a long black coat chewing on something before the door closes.
What do you do?
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Hans are we the baddies?
Something something DBZ
Wiggle so butcher tries to cut the ropes
What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets, but enough talk have at you!
At the heart of the world...
> Debate my true importance, inserting lies and half-truths to make me seem more important than I really am.
> Wiggle so butcher tries to cut the ropes
The door to the kitchen swings close as the Butcher comes up to you and grabs you by the hair. He seems disinclined to put the knife anywhere near your ropes regardless of how much you wriggle.
> Debate my true importance, inserting lies and half-truths to make me seem more important than I really am.
"Wait! If you kill me now, my Master will find out. I serve the Hostess and I am by far her most favoured and beloved servant. If nothing else, think of the reward."
The Butcher pauses for a moment holding you by the hair with the wicked knife touching against your throat.
"Who is your Master and what sort of reward are we talking about here?" It says as it cautiously explores the possibility.
Of course if you return without completing your mission, then death would be a favourable outcome compared to what your Master, The Hostess would do to a servant who displeased her.
What do you do?
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edited 20th May '15 2:43:51 PM by Veritastheeidolon
Hans are we the baddies?
At the heart of the world...
Explain just enough to where he knows what's up and how bad things could get with The Hostess.
> Explain just enough to where he knows what's up and how bad things could get with The Hostess.
You tack on a few threats about the power and anger of your Master and what could happen to them if you were harmed, but the Butcher seems to have had dealings with Ones before and grunts skeptically.
"You might be worth the risk, but keep talking and I may decide that you are better fed to my companion".
The Butcher unbinds your feet but keeps your hands tied behind your back and the knife close to your neck. "Get on your feet and we'll see what the Hostess will pay for you."
What do you do?
>
Hans are we the baddies?
At the heart of the world...
Jokingly suggest a banquet of pies.
> Jokingly suggest a banquet of pies..
As you suggest it the Butcher grabs your head and slams it down, you can hear a wet crack as your nose hits the hard floor.
You are now Moderately Wounded.
"Enough talking. Move!"
The Butcher does not seem to be the humorous type.
What do you do?
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Hans are we the baddies?
At the heart of the world...
> Begrudgingly continue along and wish for pie
> Also, check your pockets if you can
> Begrudgingly continue along and wish for pie
The Butcher helps pick you up onto your feet and temporarily sheathes the knife at its belt, pushing you towards the other door which you presume leads outside and gives a sharp whistle.
As you go out the intense sunlight splashes over you causing you to blink a few times.
You can see the building you were in was a small white walled cottage with a thatched roof, that appears to have been build rather haphazardly, with one end of the roof much taller than the other.
The garden you have entered is surrounded on all sides by a thick emerald green hedge-row, with no sign of what is beyond it. The only gate leads to a hedge-row lined path.
The garden contains a mixture of carefully maintained flowerbeds which seem normal at first, but on closer inspection the fruits of these plants are unrecognisable.
> Also, check your pockets if you can
You can't move your hands for the moment, but as you look down you can see that you are wearing a long severe victorianesque black dress that has been badly shredded by what looks like fine blades. What few pockets you have, have been ripped to shreds. You can also feel the sting of where those same blades appear to have bitten deep into your flesh and several scrapes on your face and arms where you must have hit the ground.
However not all of your possessions are physical. Before The Hostess sent you on this mission she gave you a small piece of her power. She has given you the power Lesser Substitution
You can change anything you can touch, but only by changing one word of its name. You can add, change or subtract only one letter at a time.
What do you do?
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edited 20th May '15 4:18:57 PM by Veritastheeidolon
Hans are we the baddies?
My son is a dumbass
Find a pin and turn it into pie.
> Find a pin and turn it into pie.
You do not appear to be touching a pin at this time.
What do you do?
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Hans are we the baddies?
no u
Look for a pin.
This is the end of my post.
> Look for a pin
Being a garden there are not many pins in sight. There are a few close alternatives though. The thorns on the hedgerow appear to be sharp. The Butchers knife is wickedly sharp but too large You may have a hair pin in your hair
Your hands are however safely bound behind your back with thick Vines.
What do you do?
>
Hans are we the baddies?
no u
Consider turning the vines into lines and making a run for it.
This is the end of my post.
My son is a dumbass
> Consider turning the vines into lines and making a run for it.
You consider this and confirm that you can definitely touch the vines, so that should work. The Butcher and its unseen accomplice however may try and stop you.
What do you do?
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Hans are we the baddies?
My son is a dumbass
Change each vine into fine
.
> Change each vine into fine.
However in the end you decide to change the vine into a fine instead.
The pressure on your wrist vanishes and the Butcher is left holding a piece of formal looking paper.
It seems surprised by this development but is raising up its knife.
What do you do?
>
Hans are we the baddies?
As requested, an attempt to restart the Sticks Stones and Things Unknown thread https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/posts.php?discussion=13967366270A45619600&page=1
by Shadow Warden but this time 80% more British.
As Shadow Warden says: This is an interactive game where I, according to a mixture of predefined rules that you presently know nothing about and DM fiat, will answer any commands or suggestions you give me in order to tell a story that is precisely as ridiculous as you determine. Proceed. (please give me a chance to respond if there are already a few posts up there)
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You awaken to the sound of burning wood and dirt, you are in pain and there is a taste of blood in your mouth. You are laying face down on a fur rug infront of a roaring fireplace. Beyond the fur rug you can see the rough wooden floor of a building, and you appear to have been hog-tied with your arms and legs behind your back. The room has several open windows which show bright sunlight outside with a slightly green hue and two closed wooden doors. You can hear muffled voices from the next room.
The last thing you remember was racing through a thorn-strewn garden on an important mission for your Master to retrieve the Observatory Room Key and falling sharply.
What do you do?
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edited 20th May '15 12:44:51 PM by Veritastheeidolon
Hans are we the baddies?