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LatverianBadger Calamity is a housewife from gacha hell Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Calamity is a housewife
#508776: Jun 28th 2018 at 11:59:56 PM

Woah what in the ASS

Edited by LatverianBadger on Jun 30th 2018 at 3:01:25 AM

"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
CrystalMemoria Since: Aug, 2017
#508777: Jun 29th 2018 at 6:47:59 AM

"Testing, testing! 1, 2, 3, testing!"

Note: Not canon dialogue.

ImmortalFaust sess10n status: l0st from a spaceship in hell Since: Nov, 2013 Relationship Status: Faithful to 2D
sess10n status: l0st
#508778: Jun 29th 2018 at 7:21:06 PM

can't...bring myself to play....with this ugly ass forum look...

(joke's aside i'm afk quite a bit this weekend because i'm moving and trying to start working again. oh, i'm livin' the life!)

[forum cryptid: it/it's]
TooManyIdeas Magical Princess From Another Dimension from Twilight Town (4 Score & 7 Years Ago) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
Magical Princess From Another Dimension
#508779: Jun 30th 2018 at 12:04:49 PM

it's worse than i thought

G2BattleConvoy The Hope, The Hero from Installation 07 Since: Mar, 2017 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
The Hope, The Hero
#508780: Jun 30th 2018 at 3:21:32 PM

It is pretty ugly.

"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."
4maskwolf Since: Apr, 2015 Relationship Status: Barbecuing
#508781: Jun 30th 2018 at 3:22:14 PM

I don't have a particular issue with the new look.

MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508782: Jun 30th 2018 at 3:24:22 PM

I just wish the avatars weren't so puny. I'm getting accustomed aside from that.

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
CrystalMemoria Since: Aug, 2017
#508783: Jun 30th 2018 at 4:40:19 PM

I'm getting used to it, but there are a few things that don't look very pleasing to the eye.

The way that the post boxes aren't the same size, the way the avatars are smaller, the way that the sigs can no longer have space breaks...

Quite a few things I miss or don't like, but it's not too bad.

MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508784: Jun 30th 2018 at 4:51:40 PM

The drafting feature is glitchin' out on me a bit. c,:

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
foxmccloud4387 Since: Mar, 2011
#508785: Jun 30th 2018 at 4:59:59 PM

(Felicia is also in the room of Maine, Auds)

Is what's stuck on my draft page. Only the first of a three-line post I tried saving a couple days ago.

MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508786: Jun 30th 2018 at 8:27:00 PM

It was doing the same thing to me.

discord dead...

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
Lilqueendaisy A chill feller from Not Earth Since: Jun, 2011 Relationship Status: In love with love
A chill feller
#508787: Jun 30th 2018 at 8:36:46 PM

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH

LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!
MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508788: Jun 30th 2018 at 8:46:15 PM

IT BACK

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
CrystalMemoria Since: Aug, 2017
#508789: Jul 1st 2018 at 5:42:00 AM

On the bright side TV Tropes is displaying the proper date I joined the site on.

August 28th, 2017.

megarockman from The Sixth Borough (Experienced Trainee)
#508790: Jul 1st 2018 at 11:34:00 AM

It didn't before? Must have missed it.

The damned queen and the relentless knight.
CrystalMemoria Since: Aug, 2017
#508791: Jul 1st 2018 at 4:47:45 PM

It showed like July 11th, 2012 or something. I don't remember, but multiple people reported the problem.

MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508792: Jul 1st 2018 at 7:00:23 PM

ATTENTION EVERYONE IN THE RP

Summer is made for pitching, be it tents, baseballs or RP plots! Hide with me from the scorching evils of the July heat (unless you're an Aussie who's presently shivering rather than sweating) and let's get to plot-picking!

A (clumsily-worded) Refresher on Voting:

  • No voting until I say the polls are locked. They will start as open and will stay so until all pitches have been submitted.
  • No announcing who you're gonna vote for publicly. All votes should be PMed/DMed to me for confidentiality's sake.
    • It should follow that you shouldn't post your vote in the discussion thread.
  • Please don't vote if you're not in the RP. If you don't understand what the distinction is and need clarification, those of us who have been here awhile will be glad to answer.
  • The submissions will be listed as closing after they've been locked and I've received almost all the votes. Please, if you're online (and in the RP as per the above), vote and don't hold things up. You may also change your vote during this time if you desire. If there's a tie, a revote may be called.
    • For the first time in thread history, we're trying out ranked-choice voting/instant runoff/the alternative vote. TL;DR you'll be ranking your choices on the ballot in order of how much you like them rather than just picking your favorite. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns about this method.
  • The submissions will be listed as locked after all votes have been received. Voting after the submissions are locked ain't gon' do much, sadly.

Most importantly, remember: don't eat the food, it's poison food!

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
Randomman5 "The Perfect Villain Doesn't Exi-" Since: Oct, 2011 Relationship Status: Forming Voltron
"The Perfect Villain Doesn't Exi-"
#508793: Jul 1st 2018 at 7:08:45 PM

In the year 20XX AD…

It is a time of peace. With amazing advancements in technology, robots are utilized for difficult tasks worldwide. The most advanced of these are the "Robot Masters," a cutting edge model of machine first envisioned by Dr. Thomas Light.

Light Labs, Mega City

"Uh, Dad? What're you doing?"

A young boy carries an enormous stack of boxes into a cluttered lab, observing a scientist with a simply legendary beard looking over a screen full of calculations.

"Oh, just...a personal project, Rock. I'm trying to construct a series of algorithms to...create free will, I suppose you could say."

"Whoa...is that possible with a robot? I know you said that me and Roll aren’t programmed like that."

"It’s...certainly difficult. I’m just trying to capture that…'X-factor' humans have that allow for choices, empathy, a conscience...a robot that Albert wouldn’t be able to reprogram for his schemes."

"We haven’t seen Dr. Wily since the Roboenza outbreak...do you think he's finally given up?"

"...I doubt it, Rock, unfortunately. If there's one thing I know about my former friend, he's persistent..."

Chronos Institute, Mega City

The Time-Space Research Laboratory at the Chronos Institute is the leading force in the study of time, its effects and perhaps most controversially, travel through it.

...It is also being broken into by a robot with fins on his head and nobody seems to be noticing.

"Bass! Has your team gained entry to the Institute yet?"

"Calm down old man, we're in. Flash Man, cameras."

In the time it takes to blink, the hallway's cameras have been moved to create a series of blind spots.

"Alright, c'mon. I’m already sick of this stealth stuff."

The small squad of robots advances down the hallway, taking care to stay in the newly-created gaps in the security system towards a door labeled “Computer Room.”

"...Snake Man, guards."

A pair of robotic snakes slither into the room, biting the inhabitants in their necks and knocking them out.

"Coast is clear. Crash Man, access the computer and steal the data the doc wants."

The red robot looks at his leader, down to his own lack of functional hands, then back to his leader. This repeats three times.

"...I'll give you that one. Alright, I'll do it."

The black robot's radio comes back on as he downloads a set of plans from the Institute's main server.

"Bass! I don’t have all night! Get me those plans and-"

"Yeah yeah, I got 'em. Still don’t think this plan is gonna-"

"Convert it to a zip file, Bass, I don’t want to hear it! Now quietly extract yourselves from the Institute so I can get a clear teleport signal. With the Institute’s technology and my new secret projects, Light’s little helper’s chances of stopping my plans are zero."

"Yeah, 'quietly.' Crash Man?"

A deafening explosion rocks the building as the robots run through a brand new hole in the wall, teleporting once they’re clear of the Institute's bizarre energy signature.

And as they escape, a scarf-clad figure watches the aftermath from atop a nearby tree.

"...That's not good."

THE WILY WARS


Select A Stage!

  • This plot is very similar in tone and pace to my previous plot, Fun Is Infinite.

  • "Stages" can largely be taken in any order, so player freedom and choice are strongly supported and encouraged.

  • Fight alone or alongside powerful allies such as Mega Man, Proto Man and perhaps...some unexpected robots as well...?

  • Featuring a new system for Robot Master boss fights! You've seen these guys in the Mega Man games but now they have some new tricks! Don't assume you already know how to take them down!

  • Combat-heavy but non-combat options are available! Beat the Robot Masters down or find a way to stop their rampage in a more clever manner!

  • Most characters will be allowed and, unlike Fun Is Infinite, players will be allowed two characters if they so wish!

  • Featuring characters from the Archie Mega Man comics! It might be "on hiatus" but it lives on in our hearts.

Edited by Randomman5 on Jul 2nd 2018 at 11:42:18 AM

MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508794: Jul 1st 2018 at 7:25:54 PM

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck–!”

He ran as fast as he could through the darkness, the bristly tops of the pines illuminated by full moon above. Pines as far as he could see, stretching into the endless night, walling him in like an animal.

“No, God, no! Please!”

Crunch of cones, leaves, snail shells underfoot, earthy musk of the recent rain on the piny bed of forest detritus. Invigorating scent, reeking of urgency. Urgency kept him running.

Tromp tromp tromp tromp.

His assailant’s footfalls were a steady thunder behind him, keeping their rhythm even as the terrain became uneven. His own legs struggled, heart thrumming in his chest and arms raking at the night air as he nearly tripped over a small log. SHIT it slowed him up, the cowled blur behind him seized the moment like a starving dog, gaining ground...!

He winced and gave an exasperated howl, pushing forward with all of his strength.

Family, thousands of miles away, assuming he would come home.

Friends, for whom he made this long journey, innocently sleeping.

Ambitions, years old, barely fulfilled.

His feet ravaged the damp ground, barely registering the pain of each shock as they propelled him forward. Even his lungs had stopped stinging from each frantic gasp. If he could just keep this up, just push through the pain and fear with the belief that he could survive this–

SHHK.

Pain, multiplied tenfold, searing agony in his chest, gasp choked by swift gush of blood–! NO, fucking hell, how–

His bleary, teary eyes stared straight into the near-empty darkness of the killer’s cowl, illuminated from below by the glint of moonlight reflecting from the long machete blade. Or at least the exposed part. Half was now buried in his flesh.

How, goddamnit, how could they have– they were just behind and–… It’s not right! It- it doesn’t make sense, it’s just not right...

His knees, relieved of their task, gave way. The stifling choke washed up and into his head as its precious oxygen ebbed out with each trickle of blood. He could feel the cool blade slip back out of its neat wound as he fell back into a bed of pine needles.

...This can’t be… happening…

He could barely feel it as the killer gently pushed something into his wound. He winced, the blurry shape protruding from his chest slowly coming into focus.

A wicker sculpture of a long, bladed weapon. A woven replica of the machete that killed him.

Norm Andrews’ eyes drooped half-shut, a final breath escaping his bloodstained lips. Not sparing so much as a final glance, the hooded figure of his killer slipped away into the pines.


“...God fucking–”

The tall, fair-featured young woman held a hand over her mouth, trying to keep rigid to quell her shakes. Her throat grew tight.

There he lay. God, so much smaller than he looked yesterday. He was so tall at the diner, so alive and jovial and funny and now– now he just fucking–… gruesome, twisted wicker sculpture in his chest, she could hardly look without retching.

God, why didn’t she dissuade him…? The Weaver hadn’t been active in about a month, sure, but– Jesus, she should have known better, they could have gone to Shreveport or something… They killed him. There was no getting him back.

She took in a hissing, tense breath through her teeth, trying to keep the welling up of tears under control so they wouldn’t seep out from under her sunglasses. Even if he was her friend, she couldn’t afford to get emotional. He was gone now, leaving a husk behind, another gruesome chunk of evidence for the case. Gloves on, goggles on, clipboard in hand. Cher Bordeaux still had a job to do.


...Que puta suerte.

Two dark-brown eyes narrowed in disgust at the phone screen before them. The woman to whom they belonged scrolled through the lengthy email, pausing only in brief spurts to take in crucial nuggets of information.

That stupid Weaver case again, in that sleepy little resort town she couldn’t give two shits about… But as fate would have it, an Australian citizen ended up this killer’s latest victim at about 3:00 AM that morning, found stabbed in the piny thicket outside the hotel where he was lodged. Wasn’t just good ol’ boys and church girls anymore, this bastard had gotten ahold of a foreign national… What a clusterfuck.

Groaning into her thermos of espresso, she took a swig and began to type a response.

Director Hale,

Thank you for informing me of the increasing severity of this matter. Please inform the Grayrock Police Department and other local law enforcement that the Esoteric Investigation Task Force (EITF) will be dispatched within the next 48 hours and will be aiding them in their investigation of this string of murders.

Respectfully,

Case Officer Marina C. Mendez
Federal Bureau of Intelligence
Washington D.C. Field Office
Email: m.c.mendez@ic.fbi.gov
Cell 202-555-0130

One lookover before shrugging and hitting “send”. She knew it’d append the annoying little “Sent from my iPhone” bit to the end, but she really didn’t care at that point. It was better just to get this tired affair started so it wouldn’t drag out too long. God knows if it did, she herself might be sent down there, and she wasn’t having any of that.

“...Yeah… Shit. Sorry about this, guys.”

Sighing, she closed out of her Mail app and opened up Contacts. She was gonna need to dig up a lot of weirdos for this one, and she only had two in mind so far.


“Aw damnit! Fuckin’ tricksy bullshit…”

The short, wild-haired man grimaced as he watched the little pink ball roll just a few inches past the hole. It stopped at the feet of a plastic giraffe, its neck and grinning face extended downward as if to mock the putt it just witnessed.

“Ah, it’s alright, Logan! That was very good, actually, and I think you’ll just improve as time goes on, yes?”

Another man, slightly shorter, neater-haired and a good deal heavier, put on his most encouraging smile for his companion, patting him on the shoulder.

“Whatever… ‘Least you found a game we’re both shit at, eh Poindexter?”

Logan remained indifferent to the gesture and stepped towards the ball and the hole, lining up for his next putt. He winded up, but paused before tapping the ball, looking back at the other gentleman.

“...Why’d you choose minigolf anyhow?”

“Ah, well–”

He shifted from foot to foot, rubbing the back of his carefully-styled head as he met his companion’s gaze.

“I just figured, you know, since we’re both on the same taskforce now, it would be a good bit of, erm… team-building? Allow us to become better acquainted and such, in a calm and safe environment.”

Logan chuckled as he putted, giving a wry, but genuine grin.

“Y’know it’s a competitive sport, eh? If you can even call it a sport… Ahh, but what th’ hell, Sung-chul. Guess the sentiment still counts ‘n a–”

“O-oh heavens, Logan, look! Look, you’ve done it, it’s sunk!”

He twitched a bit from the sudden outburst, looking a second too late to see the ball enter the hole, but he smiled all the same.

“Hah! Guess I did. That’s, ehhh… what, par? Can’t be a birdie, can it…?”

Before his verbalized thought could develop any further, the harsh buzz of the phone in his pocket stopped him in his tracks. With a swift and fluid motion, he whipped it out and brought it to his ear.

“Yeah? ‘S Loga–… Oh, uh…”

Sung-chul’s eyes widened behind his little spectacles, and he drew closer to Logan. Although he couldn’t quite hear what was being said on the other end, he hung near and watched with keen intent.

“...Damn, that quick? Well–… Yes ma’am, understood. Yeah, he’s with me, we were just, uh– We’ll be off in a moment’s notice, eh?”

“...Goodness.”

Knowing already that their game couldn’t finish, Sung-chul went to collect the ball out of the hole. His gaze kept fixed on Logan and the phone.

“...We’ll do our best, ma’am, thanks. G’bye.”

Logan’s thumb mashed the button on his Blackberry before he deposited it back in his pocket. He gave Sung-chul a lingering and stern sort of look, scratching at his patchy beard with his long nails.

“...We’ve gotta go to Texas, eh? There’s been a serial killer out east, apparently. Weird-soundin’ shit, and Mendez is callin’ out the whole lot of us for it. You ready, Poindexter?”

“…”

Although concerned and a bit dismayed to be so swiftly uprooted from his week’s plans, he gave a firm nod.

“Always ready… Ah, and I know Texas! That should come in handy, yes?”

Logan was already walking back towards the building, hands tucked in his pockets.

“Let’s hope.”


Grayrock: Esoteric Investigations

An adventure partially inspired by Deadly Premonition and Heavy Rain, with a healthy dash of our very own SR3NORMANDY’s old web adventure, Hopestruck/Roomstuck. Our friends we know and love from the Room (your characters! c; ) exist in an AU of sorts, as elite and eccentric members of a special FBI taskforce, the EITF. I should note that this plot will be separate from the regular RP continuity, at least initially. That means your characters will be AU versions of themselves, initially unconnected to their “canon” selves. This will be predominately a murder-investigation kinda story, but with a good deal of latitude for exploration, character growth and other juicy things.

Please don’t worry if you don’t actually know anything about the FBI! I don’t either, so expect a lot of artistic license from both myself and others. I wanna have fun with this, and I wanna make sure y’all have fun too. Think about all the silly TV shows where the writers themselves clearly didn’t know jack about how certain things work, yet it still got syndicated.

Do expect:

  • A weird spin on the world of Roomstuck/Hopestruck, much of the cast playing cruciall roles in the intrigue.
  • An open-world town with a number of cool locations, chock full of families, country folk, Texan cajuns, eccentric doctors and all other manner of fun folk.
  • A twisty and engaging mystery, centered on a serial killer known as the Weaver and their bizarre crimes in this sleepy town.
  • A fun opportunity to do a little something different and explore AU angles on your beloved characters, still with the RP chemistry you know and love.
  • Tense and agonizing action as the mystery deepens and the danger mounts…!

I’m willing to work with any prospective player in fitting your character into the story! It’ll be a little unusual since it’s an AU sort of thing, but I have some prior experience with implementing this formula into a plot, and I’m confident you’ll have a good time of it. Please do let me know if you have any questions or concerns regarding the plot or setting. c:

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508795: Jul 1st 2018 at 7:26:07 PM

Currently accepting submissions; current options are:

  • The Wily Wars (GM: Randomman5) — Info
  • Grayrock: Esoteric Investigations (GM: MobileLeprechaun) — Info

Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Jul 1st 2018 at 10:40:25 AM

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
TooManyIdeas Magical Princess From Another Dimension from Twilight Town (4 Score & 7 Years Ago) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
Magical Princess From Another Dimension
#508796: Jul 1st 2018 at 7:44:10 PM

REPORT ON TEST OF PSIONIC AMPLIFIER

TEST SITE: NEW YORK CITY, NY

DEAD: 4.32 MILLION

PSIONICALLY SCARRED: 1.67 MILLION

ANALYSIS: Test performed was to make all affected repeat “Mary had a little lamb” nursery rhyme until death from starvation, dehydration or other causes. Most died instantly from sheer force of psionic power. Those who did not still seek self-preservation, but are rendered unable to fight back completely. This is considered an ACCEPTABLE OUTCOME.

SUGGESTIONS: Increase of the amplifier’s size should allow more precise/complex commands, larger amounts of affected.

THE NEW PSYCHIC STATE RULES ALL

HAIL THE CONSUL, FOR HE IS EVERYTHING

LONG LIVE THE NEW RACE


I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form, and says,

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

—J. Robert Oppenheimer, after the Trinity test, the first successful test of a nuclear weapon


W A R D O V E

A P O C A L Y P S E


Lemme explain real quick what this is:

  • A bit of a sendoff for Wardove as I personally start to move on to other projects.
  • A very "blow up the Death Star" plot, with a fast pace and a lot of action.
  • All the selling points of previous Wardove pitches—new lore, insight into Audrey's home life, the works.
  • An eager GM ready to please.
  • Lots of Audrey. You all like Audrey for some reason.
  • PSYCHIC POWERS FOR EVERYONE who wants them
  • F U N

vote for toomanyideas to save the bees

MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508797: Jul 1st 2018 at 7:53:36 PM

Currently accepting submissions; current options are:

  • The Wily Wars (GM: Randomman5) — Info
  • Grayrock: Esoteric Investigations (GM: MobileLeprechaun) — Info
  • Wardove: Apocalypse (GM: TooManyIdeas) — Info

Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Jul 1st 2018 at 10:40:36 AM

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
Boxen whatever he can Since: Jan, 2013
whatever he can
#508798: Jul 1st 2018 at 8:13:55 PM

Oh, life could be a dream
If I could take you up in paradise up above
If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love
Life could be a dream sweetheart...

War. War never changes.

It's been more than two centuries since atomic fire very nearly purged the Earth. Entire countries were reduced to mere cinders, civilizations vaporized and boiled beneath the rising waters, within seconds of the beginning of the two-hour-long Great War. The atom bomb, its country of origin irrelevant, forcibly wiped the slate clean. The lucky few that survived the War took refuge in vast underground vaults, set to re-open once the fallout had settled. And when it had, their residents set out across a ruined hellscape in the hope of reshaping it into something their ancestors would have found recognizable.

Most were unsuccessful. But those that were successful, thrived. Founded by the residents of the former Southwest Commonwealth, the New California Republic united its citizens over the ideals of democracy and the rule of law for all within its borders. In the many years since its founding, it expanded in imperial conquest for wealth and land, repelling all undesirables and slavers within its path. But great losses in the cruel Mojave Desert, including that of its President to assassins shortly before losses at Hoover Dam forced the dismantling of military outposts throughout, halted its ambitions short.

Its growth stalled, the upper echelons of NCR society were eager for either other means of expansion or revenge. And they found both ambitions in the current President of the Republic, Kirsten Albright. Claiming the legacy of her slain predecessor, she vowed to wage a new campaign to annex the Mojave, including New Vegas. Its armies, newly bolstered through strengthened conscription, prepare to its west. But that, along with Albright's questionable commitment to democratic rule, only have her citizens unrestful. The Military Police quickly dispatched most protesters - those that survived were shipped up to the state of Klamath and interned in Altamont Correctional Facility, governed by a ruthless, pre-War artificial intelligence of dual minds: ODYSSEUS. Most preferred death.

Swept away from your worlds, you now find yourselves being transferred as prisoners in that facility, and of course you know not why. Take whatever measures necessary to expedite your release, if you think the A.I. will accommodate you. What you may not realize is that your stay in Altamont would quickly take a turn towards confusion as you're thrust into a dangerous game you know little about...

LIMIT 115

dead devotion
MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#508799: Jul 1st 2018 at 8:18:20 PM

Currently accepting submissions; current options are:

  • The Wily Wars (GM: Randomman5) — Info
  • Grayrock: Esoteric Investigations (GM: MobileLeprechaun) — Info

Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Jul 2nd 2018 at 5:47:03 AM

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
LiorVal Since: May, 2013
#508800: Jul 1st 2018 at 8:48:57 PM

One Piece: The Tree On Moonwing Mountain

Somewhere in the South Blue

6:30 AM

"EVERYBODY WAKE UP! WE'VE REACHED SHORE GET TO THE SHIP'S DECK!"

You hurry to the deck and see a short, lean girl with brown hair, tied in a short ponytail in the back and emerald green eyes Noticing that the excited shout that woke you up was from your captain you lose all hope of sleeping in the next 24 hours. As you look towards the horizon you will see the shore had a bustling harbor. Filled with strange buildings unlike the rest of the South Blue. They were tall. Real tall. In fact the tallest looked like it could scrape the sky. It almost looked like the city was made of towers. One thing was certain, it was prospering. The tiny girl pointed towards the harbor as she leaned forward, almost falling.

"Look guys, we've reached our destination! Now we're gonna get some new people into the family!!! And treasure too. Let's g-" the captain tries to run back to the deck, interrupted by a large figure behind her. A tall, buff woman, with auburn hair and sea-blue eyes wearing a small straw hat on her head. Her right cheek held a visible and frightening burn scar, it was the first mate, preventing the captain from trying her usual ridiculous shenanigans. The woman whispers something to her before standing before the crew and addressing them.

"I'll make this explanation short. The island we're about to land on is called Seabill Island. We don't know much about it except that it hosts the port city we're about to get to and ruins in the eastern parts of the island. Our goal here is to get new people into the crew, hopefully a navigator, get a guide to help us get to the ruins and grab whatever treasure the ruins might hold" the First Mate grinned. "So whenever you guys are ready..." The captain interrupts her shouting as she raises her fist, seemingly trying to reach towards the sky.

"The Sky Quail Pirates will begin their flight!"

In this Arc you'll:

  • Be a pirate! Explore Seabill Island's locales, from Sunbeak City's skyscrapers to the mysterious Cloudtalon Ruins' weird inhabitants to Moonwing Mountain's harsh predators!

  • Go on an adventure on the island in search of the sacred treasure of the ancient technology-rich Tenguken civilization inside their famous ruins.

  • Solve traps and puzzles as you make your way to the treasure with all the wits you can muster!

  • Encounter weird animals and vegetation throughout the land and the ruins as you traverse the way to your end goal with your friends!

  • Try to avoid the menacing marines in a city and basically an entire island that is incredibly hostile to pirates!

  • Interact with weird, fun and quirky characters in One Piece fashion! Enjoy your time with weirdly proportioned humans and funky animals!


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