Why not Lem again? I'm sure he'll be perfect since he has done this before.

Pageclaim.

I could... I haven't been playing much recently, so I won't miss that. However, I'm sure there are people out there who would do a better job than I would.

U! R! U! R!
...UR I mean.

Techically I've done things like this before. I called it the DAPG.

Unknown, Xion, Lem, "Acid", or Stratn. Unknown seems capable, but he's not online as much or as lifeless as Xion or Stratn. Lem has done this before and knows how. Acid's name is struckout, and that's probably a bad thing. The best choices seem to be Lem or UR. Any suggestions on who to DM/ anyone mentioned above that does NOT want to do it?

I'm up.

-ThO

SmarterChild.

lol SC can not be the DM because apple the mine sticky he is biased.

I say that Lem should do it. He did do a good job before...

I say we vote on it.

And I think whe have already completely voted for you, lem.

Why, you don't want to do this anymore?

Pick me. =(

Cooba: Um, no.

I'd love to, but- *power rushes to head* Fear me mortals, for I shall, and always be, Radium's loyal servant! BOW TO HIM.

Yes, just like that. >=)

I'll PM/IM Rad shortly.

People are visiting right now and I'm busy, but in a day or two I'll send Lem the needed data.

Tell them we said hi. XD

is this ever going to continue? *thwaps tail impatently*

Do that again and SUFFER. >(

Anyway, I'm Rad's lackey again, so the carnage can continue.

You're slowly being corrupted by Mary's english dialect. Your comrades seem to be mesmerized by the awesome power of said accent, so it looks like it's up to you. Again. There is an exit on the other side of the room, but sadly it's not the side you're on. Mary proceeds to pour some more tea for you and you friends.

What will you, one's old bean, doh noh? Goodness me!

...CRUD. This thing's gotta be bad if it's affecting the DM!

Say, "Fie, one's old bean, ai do say ai wonder if this accent transformation waorks in reverse."

"Fie, one's old bean, ai do say ai wonder if this accent transformation waorks in reverse," you ask.
Mary looks at you quizzically and replies, "Well I say - what aaare you, one's old bean, ohn about? I've bin speaking this accent since the deay one was born, one has. Well I say - one has noh ideah hoh to doh it backwaaards. Maybe if you, one's old bean, ask that divine daaarling chap Unfoohuman, he might be of assistance. Don't you know?"
"Noh we dane't, actually. Goodness me!" continues Leetzan. "Oh one saaeay, did you, one's old bean, noh, that's ah hairlairh divine daaarling cawfee table you, one's old bean, have beck there, Maaary."
"Why thanking yourselves greatly, deaaarie!" Mary replies. "This table has absolutely ah history behind it, it does. one remembah fighting for it ohn eBeay ah few yeaaars beck..."
While they talk about the lovely mahogony table that happens to be in the room, you think about going to see Jolly Ol' England after this is all over. If you get that far. The coffee table is well opposite of the exit that you can't quite seem to reach.

One's old bean. =O

whisper to Fooruman, "Fooruman, use damage wooden surface on that broccoli's mahogany table, and we'll sneak out of here!"

"Foohruman, use damage woohden surface ohn that broccoli's mahogany table, and we'll sneak out of here!" you say in your best attempt to speak american.
"Indeed, one does dislike the veggie that is broccoli." Fooruman begins. "Howevah, one see noh reasohn to haaarm Maaary. Hah table ohn the uhthah hand..." he finishes while throwing a nasty scowl at Mary's table. With a few well-chosen magic words, the stain finish on the table begins to fade away, exposing the wood to the open air. The sudden change in atmosphere causes the wood to rot and decay. Mary catches the silent, but sudden cracking with her amazing old-lady hearing and says, "Empty...if you, one's old bean, could paaardohn myself for one moment, one must tend to this old table. i've had it in the hice for several yeaaars...noh whare is that vaaarnish?" She gets up and hobbles over to the closet. Now what do you want to do?

Lock her up in the closet.

Say: "Fooruman, some music would be nice. Why don't you sing something? When you sung to that robot back there, I was just blown away by your amazing singing voice. Maybe Mary would like to hear it?"

You are unable to lock Mary in the closet since the closet has no lock.
"Foohruman, some music would be divine daaarling. Why dane't you, one's old bean, sing something? When you, one's old bean, sung to that robot beck there, one was fie blown awah by your spiffin' singing voice. Maybe maaary would fancy to heaaar it?" you say to the master of Sux Magic.
"I'm terribly sorry, but one can safely seay that since Maaary does not taste of METAL that she will not succumb to one's rahthah unfortunate awesome singing," Fooruman replies. "Caaare for ah cup of teah?" he asks, handing you the tray with the tea and crumpets on it.

I think you're missing something here.

Action: Raise eyebrows
Say: "How do you know that Mary doesn't taste of METAL? Hmmm?"
Action: Fling tray across room

Rush Mary
Throw her in the closet
close closet
brace closet shut with Chair

(Now, this is not a macro. This is just a string of events that can be put into sentance form.)

You raise your eyebrows and say, "Hoh doh you, one's old bean, knoh that Maaary doesn't taste of metal? Hmmm? Goodness me!" to Fooruman.
"Well I say - let's not get intoh details, I? Have ah crumpet!" he replies, giving you the plate of said crumpets. You can't bring yourself to smash the nice tray or trap Mary in the closet, because she's been so nice to you.

*repeats last line from last post* =P

How do you fit "been so nice to you" as "hypnotizing and brainwashing you with her accent" Lem? hm?

How could hypnosis not make you from think Mary has been nice to you?

Mary has been nice to you (no hypnotism), but you've been in there so long her accent has corrupted you into being nice to her so you can't attack/trap her (hint, hint).

Attack Fooruman.

You bap Fooruman on the head with a spoon. Besides saying "Owweh," he does nothing else.

Mary has found the varnish D=

Say: "Group Meeting, cretins."
Drag L337z4n and Fooruman into the closet
Close the door on yourselves
Wait until hypnotizm has worn off

"Group meeting, cretins. Don't you know?" you say to Fooruman and Leetzan. Paying no attention to you or your friends, she hobbles back over to the table to polish it. You all dash into the closet, despite the fact that it's really cramped in there. Various cleaning products and clothes surround you, and only a small crack of light from around the edge of the door is providing light.
You wait. And wait. And wait. And wait some more.
It's 2:35 PM Pacific Time, five minutes after you all piled into the closet. You don't feel that the hypnotism is going to wear off even if you waited five YEARS.
"One seay, it is absolutely cramped in here wouldn't you, one's old bean, seay?" says Leetzan, who is stuck behind you. "One think we should jolly well goh beck outside and have some more teah and crumpets."

Slap L33tz4n a few times, saying "snap out of it!"

You slap Leetzan (you meanie), but she slaps you back. You continue trading slaps, soon escalating(sp?) into an all-out slap war. Fooruman puts a stop to it by slapping you both.

You are doing something that is not correct.

Say: L337zan, Can you cast Hypnotism ward on all three of us? Please? If you do this for me we'll be back to tea and crumpets in no time.

(And for the love of everything good and holy, SPELL HER NAME RIGHT!)

Ironic, since you just spelled her name wrong.

Technically the correct spelling is L33tz4n. Leetzan is pretty much the same thing; it would be like addressing someone named Miguel as Michael. The only person that is wrong is Xion.

A storytale-esque ending, with a moral you can live by.