Sticks, Stones, and Things Unknown 2

> Turn the remaining vines into wines, and try to get away from the wall, burning what vines weren't transformed in the same technique. Set up my pliant to protect myself against the Landscaper

Vines > Wines = Valid

You turn many of the vines at your feet into bottles of a blood-red vintage wine and soon the glass bottles clutter around your feet.

However this takes time, and your clothes have begun to catch fire as well, burning your flesh.

You take your wilted flower The Pliant in one hand. Holding it to ward off danger as you stagger away from the remains of the vine-covered stone walls, blackened and bloody, with splashes of wine and ink all over your horse-hair coat.

> What do you do?

>

Turn my burns into burrs (preferably small and easy to get rid of later), turn my wounds into sounds. Start to use my tireless sprinter ability to get out of there

edited 21st May '15 4:20:08 PM by GhostElm

> Turn my burns into burrs (preferably small and easy to get rid of later), turn my wounds into sounds. Start to use my tireless sprinter ability to get out of there

Burns > Burrs = Valid

Your burnt flesh stiffens and hardens, twisting into heavy woods burrs of warped and deformed cellulose.

You are only moderately wounded, but the stiff wood does slow your movements slightly.

The only open wounds you have are on your back from the fairies and you can not reach them easily.

However, none of that matters because now you are free, so you begin to run, in large galloping steps back towards the entrance to the clearing.

Moving beside you is a wave of plant-life. Vast and verdant and not even remotely human. The Landscaper sweeps in front of you and the gap in the hedge seals its self shut, growing over with the razor sharp thorns that bar your path.

> What do you do?

>

Use my pliant to wilt and shape the plants surrounding me

> Use my pliant to wilt and shape the plants surrounding me

You touch the rampant plant-life surrounding you and each time you touch one it becomes limp and malleable.

However the large tree-like figure of the Landscaper gestures towards you and you can feel the vines that burrowed into your skin move and twist.

A curious pressure grows behind your eyeballs and a thorny sensation wells up from your throat. All across your arms and legs, your skin begins to blossom into the rampant growth of plants.

> What do you do?

>

Change the Landscaper into a bland scaper (i.e. someone who shapes bland things (scape basically translates into to shape))

edited 21st May '15 4:40:07 PM by GhostElm

> Change the Landscaper into a bland scaper (i.e. someone who shapes bland things)

Sadly the Landscaper is out of your reach.

As you wade towards him, your vision fades as fractal snapdragons push their way out from your eye sockets and a beautiful rose bush emerges from your throat in a rush of vibrant greenery. Your limbs are held immobile by the plant life and within minutes, you become a permanent fixture of the garden and a new prized exhibit within the Landscapers collection. But you never lose conciousness. You remain awake forever, slowly driven insane by the immobility and the isolation.

Your adventure ends here as you are buried in the rich soils of the Landscapers garden. Forever.

The End

[Taking a break for the night, but I am happy to continue with another character in the morning if people want me to.]

> Feedback appreciated. Do people want me to run another game?

edited 21st May '15 4:51:43 PM by Veritastheeidolon

I thought it was fun. I'd play again and try not to screw things up as badly this time (sorry about that).

No worries, these games are about screwing up, but maybe go a bit slower on the posting, let other people join in :)

Hmmm... new rule for the next game, don't post again until at least one other player has posted.

edited 21st May '15 5:14:32 PM by Veritastheeidolon

I'll keep that in mind :)

Incidentally, I hope I got across the idea that The Masters (like The Hostess and The Landscaper) are very scary, or was the horror too gratuitous?

Bonus points for guessing what this story and (I suspect) the previous one seem to have been heavily inspired by.

edited 21st May '15 5:04:48 PM by Veritastheeidolon

Their power and horrific air came across to me. I think the parts you wrote (while difficult to work around (although reasonable)) were well done and the reactions from the non player entities seemed realistic within the parameters you set.

If I had to guess the inspiration. The masters seemed similar to The Days from Garth Nix's Keys to the Kingdom heptalogy I loved when I was younger, although it could have had several other muses as well.

edited 21st May '15 5:42:18 PM by GhostElm

Another character, please.

I looked at the entire thing and just facepalmed over and over again. The vines could have been turned to any manner of things. They're nice, short words with lots of functionality, it should've been an easy area.

vines, fines, fires, firs, furs, burs, bars... so on and so forth.

What we need to get though, is the chance to make a ridiculously overpowered weapon and level everything with it.

I followed this whole thing as it unfolded, and I'd very much like another one, if only so I can actually participate this time.

I was actually thinking of changing the fires to firs, but I couldn't much imagine what good suddenly finding myself entangled in a tree several hundred feet closer to the circling roc would have done me.

I really hope saying this doesn't make me look like a huge jerk... I'm not trying to say your idea is stupid or anything, so I really hope you don't take it that way. I'm truly sorry if you did.

edited 21st May '15 11:38:53 PM by GhostElm

Okay I'll start again.

Any preferences on a Master to serve?

The Gentleman - A Master made from razor blades and inequality who rules over a fallen city of the desperate and impoverished.

The Angel - A Master made of incandescent faith that burns those before i, ruling over a tall city of glass and silver.

The Good Doctor - A Master of long slender limbs, elegant aesthetics and surgical scalpels who moves through the realms of others spreading art.

The Queen - A Master of Ice and Blood who rules an icey domain filled with stark beauty and starvation.

The House - A Master made from excess and contracts. Who rules a twisted cassino where anything and everything is up for grabs.

The Ring Master - A Master of fear and humiliation who rules a vast circus of the twisted and inhumane.

edited 22nd May '15 2:36:30 AM by Veritastheeidolon

The Angel, House and Ring Master seem cool.

edited 24th May '15 10:31:29 AM by chloso

> Choose The Good Doctor.

Either the Gentleman or the Good Doctor.

I think we'll go with the Good Doctor, because although doubtless he's going to be horrible, it at least sounds like he's the least horrible of them all, which probably means he's the worst.

Which will make it interesting either way.

edited 22nd May '15 7:04:10 AM by pionoplayer

Voting for The Gentleman.

Sorry about this, my flatmate has flaked on me and I need to run an alternate game for our gaming group on no notice. So I will start this tomorrow instead.

But it looks like the Good Doctor is a the preference, so I'll plan something featuring them.

New Game

Please do not post more than once until at least one other player has posted.

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You wake up in a dirty gutter with a pounding headache and the taste of blood in your mouth. You appear to have bitten your tongue.

You can hear the dragging footsteps on the nearby cobbles as figures shuffle past you.

Your Master, The Good Doctor has sent you here to Gentleman Jack's London to find the Golden Heart. Rumoured to be possessed by his most prized servant within his estate.

You have the Doctors black bag

> What do you do?

>

edited 23rd May '15 6:33:03 AM by Veritastheeidolon

Rummage through the black bag and see what's inside it. Hopefully, you'll find a sharp object or two to defend yourself. Since I am in such a horrible state (beaten to a pulp) I'll have to do it slowly.