Your Wiki Magic Meter does indeed contain enough Wiki Magic to send most of this clutter to Hammerspace. Unfortunately, it also possibly contains some kind of horrifying Eldritch Abomination.
You can't possibly carry your entire inventory with your bare hands. There is just too much of the stuff.
>Stuff your inventory in your tighty-whities
You stuff most of your inventory into your tighty-whities, leaving the dirty clothes where they lie. You affix the Vigilante Taxonomist pin to the front of your tighty-whities. The backpack containing the bizarre household weapon won't fit, so you just wear it.
This arrangement strikes you as far from ideal, but all your other clothes are filthy, and some of them have vomit on them. You figure you'd rather be remembered for indecent exposure than for stinking out the diner.
edited 23rd Jun '11 5:54:13 AM by BobbyG
Welcome To TV Tropes | How To Write An Example | Text Formatting Rules | List Of Shows That Need Summary | TV Tropes Forum | Know The Staff>Examplidentify Eldritch Abomination.
>Examplidentify Trouser Space.
>Examplidentify Shirtless Scene.
>Examplidentify Fan Disservice (or, if by some miracle you're actually in decent shape in spite of being on the internet for several months, Fanservice).
>And wouldn't an eldritch abomination in your wiki magic bar also be an example of Interface Screw?
edited 23rd Jun '11 10:24:05 AM by MetaFour
>Examplidentify Eldritch Abomination.
You cannot examplidentify the Eldritch Abomination because you can't see the Eldritch Abomination. The thing that resides in your Wiki Magic Meter is nothing more than the faintest echo of a single footfall when compared to its originator, and that originator is just one of the billions upon billions of immeasurably vast beings that dwell beyond the stars, beings that even now threaten to engulf and crush the pitifully inconsequential speck of the cosmos that we call the observable universe, as a man might snap a twig beneath the sole of his shoe.
>Examplidentify Trouser Space.
You examplidentify Trouser Space. Your Wiki Magic Meter increases. Ominously.
>Examplidentify Shirtless Scene.
You attempt to examplidentify Shirtless Scene. Inexplicably, your Wiki Magic Meter doesn't budge. You're shirtless, aren't you?
"The most common form of fanservice for women and gay men. A hunky man (real or animated) goes shirtless or wears a revealing top that shows off his biceps. Saves the crew a fortune in wardrobe (or ink) for the Estrogen Brigade Bait." Laconic version: "Fanservice for women".
This article is rather absorbing, actually. You need to stay focused here. You have a job interview to go to. The last thing you want to do is make yourself late while Wiki Walking the Fanservice section.
You attempt to examplidentify Fanservice, but fail and reluctantly examplidentify Fan Disservice instead.
Well, really. You don't know when you've been so insulted. You're certainly not going to stand around here and be insulted by your own useless Wiki Magic Meter.
>And wouldn't an eldritch abomination in your wiki magic bar also be an example of Interface Screw?
What interface? That sounds like some stupid thing that only stupid people with stupidly high Genre Savvy Meters would recognise. Screw that.
edited 24th Jun '11 1:36:29 PM by BobbyG
Welcome To TV Tropes | How To Write An Example | Text Formatting Rules | List Of Shows That Need Summary | TV Tropes Forum | Know The Staff>Head off to that interview.
>And pray to Crystal Dragon Jesus that you're not about to walk into a Terrible Interviewees Montage.
> You'll need to figure out what your Zalgofied Wiki Magic might do eventually. Check list of invokable tropes; maybe one can be tested on the way.
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?You exit to the landing, locking the door behind you with your new key.
You put that in your Trouser Space as well, because why not.
>And pray to Crystal Dragon Jesus that you're not about to walk into a Terrible Interviewees Montage.
Goodness, you hope not. That would be a disaster! You say a quick prayer in the hope of avoiding such a misfortune.
Actually, ideally, you'd arrive for your interview after the terrible interviewees, and then you'd be hired on the spot by an interviewer at his wits' end.
You don't pray for that, though, because His Transparent Scaliness disapproves of such sentiments.
You don't have anything like that. The only list you have is your grocery list.
The spells you have successfully performed so far are as follows:
- Create a caramel that restores a small amount of health
- Hover a few inches above the ground
- Stabilise fluctuating Genre Savvy
- Restore a small amount of health
You may also put items in Hammerspace or retrieve them from there.
You immediately disregard this rather blasphemous sounding notion, of which you are certain Crystal Dragon Jesus would also disapprove. Besides, it makes no sense; ascending would only take you upstairs, and there's nothing much up there, just more apartments.
In any case, the exit is downstairs, not up.
Welcome To TV Tropes | How To Write An Example | Text Formatting Rules | List Of Shows That Need Summary | TV Tropes Forum | Know The Staff>Smite the unrepentant narrator.
Who?
> Descend. Preferably without bloodshed, or continual happenings.
Having been warned about stairs, you make your descent to the ground floor very cautiously. Consequently, you suffer no serious mishaps on the way down, the occasional nasty pinching sensation in your underwear notwithstanding.
Yeah, you wouldn't want to make your interview chances any worse than they're looking already. You decide to play it safe for now.
You are standing at the foot of the stairs. In front of you stands the exit, and beyond that, a whole wide world of adventure, excitement, overpriced grocery stores and scary prospective employers awaits!
Welcome To TV Tropes | How To Write An Example | Text Formatting Rules | List Of Shows That Need Summary | TV Tropes Forum | Know The Staff> Face future with a smile! But check door for booby traps, just in case.
You begin to approach the door with a broad grin spread across your face.
You were going to check it for traps, you really were. But before you can even get near the door, you are distracted by a rumbling sound off to your right.
It's now standing between you and the exit.
The washing machine opens its door and launches some boiling clothes at you.
They miss you by an inch, slamming against the far wall with the force of bullets.
Just great. More deadly laundry. That's all you need.
Welcome To TV Tropes | How To Write An Example | Text Formatting Rules | List Of Shows That Need Summary | TV Tropes Forum | Know The StaffUse some of your Genre Savvy to figure out the washing machine's Weak Point and defeat it.
It doesn't matter whether the glass is half empty or half full. I am still going to drink through a silly straw.>Use some of your Genre Savvy to figure out the washing machine's Weak Point and defeat it.
You apply your Genre Savvy in an attempt to analyse the foe's weaknesses. Recalling your earlier encounter with a similar adversary, the LCD display looks like a likely vulnerability. That glowing red button also looks like a possible weak spot.
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> Equip ballpoint pen.
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?> Examplidentify(?) Abnormal Ammo
You examplidentify Abnormal Ammo. As you do so, the washing machine readies its next attack. Examplidentification is not a free action, it seems.
You reach into your underpants and whip out your trusty Biro.
>Go for the red button. Kick it where it hurts.
You're not sure whether an animated washing machine can actually feel pain, but you aim a kick at the red button anyway. The door's locking mechanism makes an odd clicking noise, but as the door is already open, nothing happens.
The washer takes the opportunity to launch a pinchy-looking underwire in your direction. The heated metal hooks graze your side as they whip past.
edited 27th Jun '11 8:13:09 PM by BobbyG
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You guys like Let's Plays? You guys like shameless plugs? Well, come on down!>Lick wound in a hopeless attempt to heal it but an amazing attempt at bending my body
Turns out you're not all that flexible. You fall straight onto your back.
The washer looms over you, its mechanical innards rumbling as it prepares to fire again. This one's gonna hurt...
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>Do we have enough Wiki Magic to cast Hammerspace? If not, be a man and carry that shit with your bare hands. Make your viking ancestors proud
edited 22nd Jun '11 9:06:25 PM by Turnfalken
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