You are in a dungeon.
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- garbage0
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- garbage1
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'Leaning forward, you poke the dim gyration glowing in the dead magician’s belly. There is a caesarean pop, and you lose your balance, falling shoulder deep through the corpse. You don’t feel the bottom, but you do feel a prickling sensation that crawls up your arm and settles on the back of your neck. You’re pretty sure it said “Mama”.
Face down, you see the paper dolls righting themselves and standing back in attention.
The footfalls in the hallway are now retreating.
- Wolfboy1
That expanding monstrosity is only going to end one way, I might as well get it over with and take the shiv to it.
- garbage0
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'Upon closer inspection of the rings, they are jet black, yet radiating a dark light in stark contrast to the magician’s bloated, dead-white fingers. You brush against one, and the corpse lets out a deep, crystalline belch that rattles the entire room.
The shuffling in the hallway halts. Dennis hops back as the growth begins to gyrate and expand. The buttons of the corpse’s robe begin to pop off, and as one flies past your face you realize there’s nowhere to hide. There are hundreds and hundreds of paper dolls filling the room, and you’re either losing your mind, or they are all standing in attention.
- Suspected Inventory:
- Bloody Makeshift Shiv
- 1 Cloth Glove
- 1 Penis Udder Glove
- Leashed Dennis
- Small Coin
- Glass Lens
- Cloth Map
- Army of Paper Dollsgarbage
- Suspected Inventory:
- scarabin1
intrigued by the glow of his rings, i want to inspect them. also would like to inspect the body and its growth to see if i can figure the cause and general time of death. loot the corpse if it seems safe to do so. see if any of the rings fit myself.
scan around for a place to hide
- garbage0
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You wake up again, still shunted into the laboratory door with another thunder in your head. This is your second chem lab explosion.Dennis still blinks behind a boiling trail of dust from the other side of the room, and you realize that months-long dream was just a few fleeting moments. He has made an army of paper dolls out of bookscrap.
The back of your head is somehow still wet and warm, and you notice a voice is missing from your head. You start to wonder where it went, but then you feel heavy footfalls in the hallway run up your spine. They are apparently very slow, but you have a feeling they are murderous.
You also notice the bloated corpse of what seems to be a dead magician. He wears six glowing rings, three on each finger: MNT RKD. Dennis is picking at a bulbous growth on the dead magician’s belly.
- Suspected Inventory:
- Bloody Makeshift Shiv
- 1 Cloth Glove
- 1 Penis Udder Glove
- Leashed Dennis
- Small Coin
- Glass Lens
- Cloth Map
- Army of Paper Dollsgarbage
- Suspected Inventory:
- mantrakid2
Gotta apologize profusely for letting this fall by the wayside.
Things got a bit nuts at work the past few months and then the holidays and now im gearing up for altMBA until mid feb, but if anyone still cares at that point I can probably pick it back up after that!
Really really sorry!
- i_monk1
I scramble to my feet and collect Dennis and press the cloth glove into my head wound.
- garbage1
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'You wake up shunted into the labratory door with a thunder in your head. This isn't your first chem lab explosion.
Dennis blinks behind a boiling trail of dust from the other side of the room, and you realize that months-long dream was just a few fleeting moments.
The back of your head is wet and warm, and you notice a voice is missing from your head. You start to wonder where it went, but then you feel heavy footfalls in the hallway run up your spine.
- i_monk1
I bump the thread.
- sarahfailin0
After a while of perusing the dark laboratory, I decide it's time to find my way out of here. I look at the glad containers filled with colored liquids and grab the highest one on the shelf, with no idea of what it is. I turn to leave with Dennis and close the door behind me.
I retrace my steps, past my own, sealed cell where the goblins are still squawking vainly, and I approach the only door remaining for me to pass through.
How the heck I got to this planet of Gwar, I have no idea. Why was I imprisoned? Where can I get some clothes or food too eat? This leather glove I'm wearing on my genitals is starting to chafe me, but at least it's keeping me warm.
Clutching my bloody makeshift shiv in one hand, I nudge the door open. My only path to freedom!
- garbage0
I backtrack to the hallway and the other door, petting Dennis and promising him a big sun-snack as soon as we get the fuck out of the dungeon.
- mantrakid1
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'You continue your search through the laboratory and short of innumerable more books and a plethora of beakers and flasks, you are unable to find another instrument worthy of using as a weapon.
- mantrakid2
Hahah oof this is a lot of work what have i got myself into haha. <3
- mantrakid1
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'Inspecting the various desks and tables you cant seem to find a lantern or candle which is odd considering how dark the room would be without Dennis' eye-glow bathing the room in the greenish light. You continue your search through the books and notice on one of the desks behind some glass flasks, there is one laying wide open.
You walk over to the open book, holding Dennis and comforting his still quivering body. Directly on the open pages of the book is an illustration of a creature that looks exactly like Dennis, you scan the adjacent page. Written in a simple script in common you are astonished to see that it appears to be a thorough description of your crab-like friend.
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The Cycrab is an incredibly rare creature found in the seaside region of Twar. Its smooth, thick, crustacean-like shell protects a paradoxically complex biology including a heart, brain and central nervous system.
One of the most peculiar features of this unusual creature is the large eye ball found embedded directly in the center of its hard shell. Stranger still is that the creature initially appears to not have any other source of processing sustenance for survival. Through vast experimentation it has been discovered that it gains nourishment from light sources entering its cornea.
The Cycrab can live up to 100 years of age, with the average age being approximately 87 years old. While the newborns are quite small—roughly 6-10 ropknots in diameter on average—adult Cycrabs can grow to an incredible size, some reaching as large as a young elephorg.
There is much to learn in regards to a Cycrab’s physiology and intelligence. They appear to be a highly empathetic, hyper-aware creature. There may be some links to its usage of light as nourishment that could mean they have an instinctual grasp on light-based biological telemetry.
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You look up from the book and at your new one-eyed friend & it blinks at you innocently, the room flickers as its eye closes for that fraction of an instant.
- Continued @ https://www.qbn.com/…mantrakid
- nicely written!sarahfailin
- Chlamydia pneumoniae (TWAR) is a recently recognized third species of the genus Chlamydia that causes acute respiratory disease.sarahfailin
- scarabin1
From my rp enthusiast gf:
I take a deep breath to calm myself and regain focus from all the action I’ve experienced.
Taking another look around the room i try to locate a light and ignition source to help me inspect the room. I’m also on the lookout for something other than a poopy splinter to defend myself.
I shuffle through some more books to see if i can find out more about Dennis’s species.
I give Dennis a hug, scratch under his skin and say ‘Who’s a good boy? You are! You’re a good boy sweetie lil sweetie pie!’
- garbage0
I tear off the cover of one of the books that I can't read and fancy a doorstop that I shove under the door, sealing it off behind me. Pet Dennis and inspect those potions; wafting not sniffing.
- i_monk0
Check for other doors, then scan the tables for anything interesting.
- grafician-7
But all of a sudden a DRAGON of all creatures enters the building.
Starts coughing fire - PLOT TWIST - as the dragon has covid!
Torches everything in sight including the player.
Game over.
[START AGAIN] [END CREDITS]
- mantrakid0
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' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'You enter the laboratory and close the door quietly behind you. As the door closes, the dim orange light from the hallway narrows to a needle-thin strip then disappears completely leaving the room lit by the glow of Dennis' eyeball. Upon closer inspection it seems that a few of the glass beakers also give off a slight glow as well, but definitely not enough to provide an actual light source, but enough to see the liquid clearly in the dark.
Scanning the shelves full of books, you notice about half of them are in common tongue, the other half in a language you definitely dont recognize, but probably some type of goblin.
From the books you can read—and even the ones you cant make out the words on—they seem to be bestiaries. Large volumes full of drawings of various monsters and creatures, with detailed notes and charts surrounding the illustrations. Sometimes entire books are devoted to a single creature, othertimes, the books are as varied as the number of pages between the cover.
In all your scanning, you only see a few creatures you vaguely recognize, but the majority of the coverage is of lifeforms that are foreign to you.