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Ara ara!
Join Date: Jul 2004
Location: Neo Venezia
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> Reply to Sharl some more
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You have to be on the lookout, keep your reflexes sharp. Your lusus loves to ambush you. Your lusus is a GYROJETFALCON. It's similar to an animal from another planet that won't exist for millions of years except it's ten times the size, jet propelled and able to shoot rockets. It's times like these you wish you still had your SWOOPBIKE. But it's in a difficult to get at place and you're missing the RARE PARTS you'd need to fix it up anyway. > Curse RARE PARTS. Curse you RARE PARTS, CURSE YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!! > Get on with things You suppose you should make your exit now. The TERMINAL DEADLINE is far away, but this PACKAGE won't deliver itself! > Switch scenes
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11-10-2010, 04:26 PM
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SOM3WH3R3
Join Date: Jun 2009
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> Switch Scenes
You go back to being Scalis. About time, too. You are still busily patrolling. What little light there is flickers, casting strange shadows. You hear a barely perceptible rustling, as of the shelves shifting and settling... or of tomes turning your way, observing your passage. You think both are equally likely. As always, you are neither quite certain of where you are, nor of where you will end up being. The librarchivary can be a very strange place indeed. You look around at the ceiling-high shelves (and they are very high ceilings indeed), crammed with all manner of tomes and writings. There's no lamps, but that's allright. Somehow, there's always enough light to see by. You think you're somewhere in aisle 7. Judging from the book titles around you, somewhere in the "DEADLY ALTERNIAN FAUNA" section. Which you might as well rename "ALTERNIAN FAUNA", come to think of it. Though you can't be sure you are where you think you are, of course. The light isn't that great, and whenever you focus on a book title, it seems to... swim before your eyes. Books have a mind of their own here, you're sure of that. Knowlege is power, they say... and if that's true, then this place is very powerful indeed. It's a question you ponder frequently, when not busy otherwise. Sometimes you even think the place doesn't want to be ORGANIZED, but that would be silly. It is your duty to manage it! Though your brain might be a good place to start managing. Your memory has been giving you trouble again. And by 'trouble' you mean 'splitting headaches resulting from your poor mind trying to somehow store the memories of everything you've ever experienced'. You really need to send some more lightning through it. Or maybe just read a good book...? Nah. Lighting. Definitely lightning. Though speaking of good books, is that... Sweet troll jegus, it is! The next book in your current favorite series, "A DIVERSE GROUP OF YOUNG TROLLS WHO EMPLOY ALIEN TECHNOLOGY ACQUIRE THE ABILITY TO SHAPE-SHIFT, -OR "MORPH"- INTO FAUNA AND USE THIS ABILITY TO COMBAT A SECRET INVASION BY OTHER PARASITIC ALIENS WHO POSSESS THE POWER OF MIND CONTROL". It is a very gripping series indeed. You crouch down near the shelf, pull the slim book out, and soon forget your patrols as you immerse yourself in a slightly more interesting adventure. You do not notice the rustling gradually grow in volume. Or the... whispering. |
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11-10-2010, 08:15 PM
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Burn.
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: *Classified*
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>Change to someone less boring.
Well, it seems like things have calmed down some... Let's see if we can get to know this girl some. >Enter Name. CRAZED LOLI Ok, she apperentally has no sense of humor... let's try again. >Re-enter name. She is Piron Glauca. Some consider her a bit of a savage, especally considering her MIGRATING HUNTS, and the rather hands-on hunting habits she has. And the fact she prefer wriggling prey. Because of her habits, she don't have much of a hive, it's more a safe place to put what little things she has, and a good place to rest. Her Lucus and her tend to frequently strife when it comes to larger prey, the results of which tends to leave some scars on both parties. Her trolltag is StalkerSahagin, and she don't tend to say much. She's currentally gathering up some shiny fish for some unknown reason into her catchaplogue cards, then merging them togeather to help save space. >Let her fish. Be a random troll.
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11-11-2010, 06:18 AM
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An eagle with the head of a turtle-
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: and the body of a turtle.
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Speaking of fish...
>Let her fish. Be a random troll.
You are now the, as of yet, unnamed MARITIME LIFEFORM REAPER troll who is currently engaged in an OUTRAGEOUS STRIFE FIGHT SCENE with a visually impaired SEA JAGUAREN in the middle of a storm. The battle rages on, many aggrieves and abjures are being exchanged between the salty sea-sabrecats. Thankfully, the beast has only a vague idea of the troll's location and can do nothing more than swipe about wildly in the vain hope of catching him. On the flipside, the blind attacks are making it impossible for you to get close enough to strike at the weak point and are forcing you back towards the shore. And if you end up in ocean, that's it. Game over. Now would be good time for a brilliant manuever to turn the tide. Ugh, I just made a pun there didn't I? >Fetch something from sylladex. You open your sylladex, which uses a Tidal Modus. This makes it so that depending on the time of night and position of the moons, everything is either instantly accessible or impossible to retreive without the use of a fishing pole. Right now it appears to be high tide and all the cards are submerged. Guess you'll have to fish something out. There's no telling which one you'll get though. You quickly use your pole-and-line to pull out a captchalogued item, which happened to be a BRASS IDIOPHONIC CUP AND CLAPPER. Not just any old BRASS IDIOPHONIC CUP AND CLAPPER either, it was the very first EXOTIC ARTIFACT OF INTEREST you picked up on your travels around Alternia. You recovered it from the area around an old meteor impact site some sweeps earlier and have carried around with you ever since as sort of a... well I wouldn't say good luck charm. You were never the type to believe in luck and superstition. It's more of memento, really. Plus you've always been fascinated by the words inscribed on it. "RING THE BELL IF WE DID IT WELL" You believe if you knew the context and meaning of those words, you would probably have a vastly greater understanding of how the universe and paradox space function. Now's a good time for this thing to start being usefull. You shake the CUP AND CLAPPER vigorously, making it very clear where you are now. The Jaguaren's ears perk up. You then quickly chuck it towards the right side of the creature, it hits the sand with a soft clang and the great cat-seal thing immediately starts to ferociously claw at the spot where it landed. It worked! THE SOUND RUSE WAS A........ DISTACTION. Its got its ears off of you momentarily and its weak spot is right in front of you. You're never going to get a better opportunity than this. >Fishertroll-Powerslide under the beastie. YEAH!!!!!!!! You are now under the Sea Jaguaren's belly and its weak point is literally within your grasp. It's time you ended this strife. The winds howl. Lightning flashes. Thunder shakes you to your very core. You wind up... and then... furiously rub the thing's belly. The Sea Jaguaren seizes up before dropping onto its side with its tongue hanging out. You rub faster and it starts kicking the air with its good back flipper. Try to maul the hand that feeds you, aye? Well, this'll teach ye, ye big sack of fur and blubber! After a few seconds, you sure he's learned his lesson and ease off. The great aquatic predator slowly gets back to its feet and flippers, and promptly gives you a lick that almost knocks you over. You give the big lug a pat on the snout and direct him over to the fresh D'LAK'N that you fished up and beached for him. The NOTSO DEEP ONE lets out a haunting screech as BEECHIE, your blind and semi-noseless Sea Jaguaren lusus with a bad left back flipper, tears into its squishy flesh and feels around for its favorite parts. You quickly retrieve the IDIOPHONIC CUP AND CLAPPER from the damp sand and head back to the dock for to get your wagon full of tasty, swimming bastards. You look back once to watch Beechie as he heartily devours the tentacled monstrosity. He was really hungry. And yet he choose to fight with you first instead of getting food for himself. Well, that's Beechie for you. You can't complain, his troll rearing methods worked out well for the most part. Still, watching him eat like that... You bet he wishes he could still gather food on his own. That thought causes a twinge of pain in an old wound. That night... it was storming just like it is now. (Not too surprising really, it's always storming in these waters. Something about the moons' position or micro-climates or some sort of meteorologolical mumbo jumbo.) Doesn't stop you from thinking about it though. The night where your life's purpose was snatched away from you. The night that left both you and your lusus broken in your own seperate ways. The worst part about the events that transpired that night, it was sort of your fault. Oh, look at that. You're back at the dock. You take another look back and see that Beechie has eaten his fill of deep one flesh. He's now searching around with his ears, trying pick up some kind of indication of where you are. No time for feeling down, gotta get him and this fish back to the hive. >Give lusus reasurring pet and walk back to your hive. You do just that, except also while pulling a fish cart. Beechie leans up against the wagon slightly, so as to know where your going and to take some weight off his bad flipper. It isn't that long a walk from the dock to your hive on the cape, but since your hauling a wagon full of fish and leading a blind lame behemoth... well, you're going to be spending a just a little bit more time out in the rain. Oh, well. It's not like it's the end of the world. >Enter Name [CAOWAY HEMNET] You are CAOWAY HEMNET. A former ADVENTURER, current MARITIME LIFEFORM REAPER. You have interests which were touched upon earlier and a few others that we will find out about when we enter your hive. Your Trollian handle is melancholicChumly and MC:/j You type in a curt manner. Peppere/) with line-and-poleS\. >Spotlight a troll who hasn't gotten much attention.
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11-12-2010, 01:05 AM
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OMG! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?
Join Date: May 2006
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> Spotlight a troll who hasn't gotten much attention.
How about one that gotten a marginal amount of attention? > Fine. Spotlight any troll. Get on with it! You are now the FRANTIC and yet simultaneously GIDDY MERCHANT SHARL! Stuffing all his possessions in his VALUE MODUS, a mad dash is made toward the general direction of the WAREHIVE. There is NO TIME TO WASTE ! A grand opportunity where a troll directly visits his HIVE on business means he can PULL ALL THE STOPS in processing an odious amounts of fantastic WARES which he can could not normally stuff in his modus on a regular basis! Maybe IROPHA would be interested in some "OUTDATED GRUB JUICE". Or some SHINY TRINKETS or SECONDHAND DOODADS! If you're EXCEEDINGLY LUCKY, you might be able to sell some of your Lusus's ABSTRACT ART which has been an eyesore on your front lawn ever since it decided to be an artist with your hard-earned wealth. > This might take a while, how about you be someone else? |
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11-12-2010, 02:28 AM
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Burn.
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: *Classified*
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> This might take a while, how about you be someone else?
We see Piron, now swimming to a coral cave, which is the closest thing she has to a Hive. Once inside, what should be a dark cave in actually lit by a series of glowing crystals. >Admire crystals These crystals seem to calm her some, as she looks into the glow of the crystal. >Examine Respiteblock It's fairly sparse, with a small recupercoon, and a fairly old-looking husktop. There was some rolled-up posters in the corner, and some more crystals of a different kind in a chest. Off in another corner was some fish bones, presumably snacks from earlior. The entry isn't big enough for the lusus, and that's probably for the best. After all, the two would probably end up scuffling when it came time for food. >Activate computer. She moves over to the HUSKTOP and starts to boot it up... but because it's on the older side, it'll take a bit to boot up. So why don't we see what else is going on in the meantime? >Be someone else.
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11-12-2010, 05:45 AM
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So Dreamy
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Someplace magical
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>Be someone else.
You are now GORRMA. Lucky you. You are typing away at your HUSKTOP. You seem to be very interested in what you're typing. >Read conversation. omnipotentOmnivore [OO] created memo: omni's cooking adventure funtimesh! >Well that was weird. Go be someone else for a while_
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11-12-2010, 02:57 PM
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Cinderella
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: Trespassing in the graveyard
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>Go be someone else for a while_
You are Leraje agaiSTRIFE! Seymour leaps off the wall, his climbing prowess nearly as powerful as his swimming just where you weren't Looking. But his stealth could not mask the whoosh of his approach and you youth roll out of the way. His tail meeting the floor and busting a hole in it...dammit that is going to take forever to fix. That is for later though. For now Seymour has already spun about to push his next attack. His speed is terrifying, as he charges your way with that mouth ready to take another limb, but you wrap your chain around your hand and right when he strikes, you do an acrobatic fucking pirouette onto his neck and wrap it in the chain. He flips the fuck out while you ride him like a mechanical bull, narrowly avoiding all the things he tries to crash you into. Finally he pulls his desperation gambit charging up the wall and flipping off of it, your future the floor below you desperately pull on your end to avoid such a fate perhaps flipping him once more. But he is too heavy. Instead you flip him just enough that he lands headfirst into the floor, the whiplash tossing you off his back so your face meets it as well. You both stare blankly at each other a moment, and call a temporary truce. You're going to need some time to recover from being so thoroughly concussed, be someone else.
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11-12-2010, 04:41 PM
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Moves Like Jagger, Kupo!
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: To the south, a little to the left... Or to the right.
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>You're going to need some time to recover from being so thoroughly concussed, be someone else.
You are now Zebrek. >Do something that's actually important. You have no idea what that means. >DO SOMETHING. Like what? You suppose you could start another war with your toys... >NO NOT THAT DO SOMETHING ELSE. Care to propose any ideas? >TROLLIAN. GO TROLL SOMEBODY. You make your way over to your HUSKTOP, miraculously managing not to trip on something. >======> Quote:
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11-12-2010, 07:28 PM
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Lakitu
Join Date: Feb 2010
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>=========> You are now Aldurin, again. You've pretty much gotten the game compiled, but you'll need to figure out a distribution strategy. You figure you give two sets to two different trolls to distribute to who they want. But you'll need to determine who first. And not just outright ask them. >Troll a candidate, but be discreet about your intentions technopathicalAnomaly [TA] began trolling pandorasArchivist [PA] TA: hOw's lIfE? PA: Our team of FAUNA-MOPHRES has sudeecced in derstoying the alien brideeng ground! PA: No, wait. PA: That was a book. My apigelois. TA: nO bIg dEAl TA: I stIll cOnsIdEr yOU cOOlEr thAn thE OthEr clOwns wE kEEp In tOUch wIth PA: I beviele that calls for thanks. PA: Thuogh I must say, I quisteon your cocnept of 'cool'. PA: Unsels you have sundedly become enrancted by the mastejy of liretature? TA: I'vE dOnE crEAtIvE wrItIng TA: It jUst cOmEs As A mIx Of sOUnd, vIsIOn And wOrds TA: gAmEs EssEntIAllY TA: bUt I dOn't UsE It tO fUck Off lIkE mOst trOlls dO TA: It's OnE Of mY Arts PA: To quote Troll Roger Ebert, "games can never be art". PA: But I may be sweyad by covicning agumerent. PA: The Library can be a boring place ineded. TA: At lEAst thErE Is ImpOrtAnt knOwlEdgE kEpt thErE TA: trOll cUltUrE hAs mOvEd AwAy frOm thAt TA: I AlwAys thrOw A pOsItIvE mOrAl In mY wOrks TA: tO trY tO drAg OUr cUltUrE bAck tO dEEp thInkIng PA: Indeed. PA: Do you think you can be susseccful? TA: OnlY tO A cErtAIn dEgrEE TA: OnlY wIth thOsE trOlls thAt nEEd A nUdgE TA: OthErs wOUld dIE bEfOrE thEY lEft thEIr lIttlE wOrld Of vApId And shAllOw plAyIng PA: You minusterdand me. PA: I was enriquing whether you are in any way quilafeid for such an udternaking? TA: I thInk thE mAIn qUAlIfIcAtIOn Is wIllIng tO trY And lEArn TA: I UsEd tO bElIEvE I cOUld chAngE EvErYOnE's vIEw Of thE wOrld TA: gIvE thEm AnOthEr pErspEctIvE tO cOnsIdEr TA: bUt I'vE lEArnEd thAt It dOEsn't ApplY tO EvErYOnE TA: I stIll trY, thOUgh And It fEEls gOOd tO knOw thAt I'm dOIng sOmEthIng PA: What exalcty it is you are doing renaim to be seen. PA: I have invulantirily mezorimed saveral mellinnia of troll hitsory. PA: Whetaver the troll perpecstive is, it has sevred us well. TA; It hAs fOr mIlItArY And sUrvIvAl pUrpOsEs TA: bUt I'm fOcUsIng On EnlIghtEnmEnt TA: As lAmE As thAt sOUnds, thErE Is mErIt In thErE TA: bUt whAt dO yOU thInk? shOUld wE prOgrEss In OnlY OnE dIrEctIOn Or cOnsIdEr thE OthEr rOAds? PA: You really shuold get back to wrinitg craevilety. PA: Write down those thuoghts you have. PA: In fact, send them to me! PA: I wuold gladly achrive them. PA: Probably under aisle 72.3 PA: "UTTERLY IRRELEVANT TRAINS OF THOUGHT". PA: Right next to volume 3 of "WHAT IF SHELVES WERE NOT SHELVES". PA: Serouisly, what kind of quisteon is that awynay? TA: I'll gEt An AnswEr OUt Of yOU At sOmE pOInt technopathicalAnomaly [TA] ceased trolling pandorasArchivist [PA] Well that gave you some hope. The only archivist of all of the trolls and he dodges a question on intellectual enlightenment. And he is probably one of the better choices still. You'll have to ponder this, maybe confide with your lusus.
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