Sep 10, 2004, 11:15 AM | |
Pre-Win 3.1 Disk 2 Page 14 has been mystically added to the Thirdnote.
A jar of cookies has appeared on Cooba's lap. =) Figuring out the mystic clues the Egam told you, you enter the door that is marked west. another brick-laden corridor awaits you as you step out of the stifiling hot lava "room" and into the relative coolness of the hallway. The bricks slowly change from rusty red to steel grey, then change to a dull orange as you apporach the door at the opposite end. Enter the breach?
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Sep 10, 2004, 11:48 AM | |
Fine, no cookies for you! *jar vanishes*
You cautiously open the door. Arid desert heat brushes across your face as you look out: It is indeed a desert wasteland, but this area has palm trees and a clean, sparking lake that is several feet deep. An oasis, if you will. The sun is beating down, but isn't nearly as hot as it was back in the lava room; more like "hottest day of summer" than "inside of an oven." Wandering along the edge of the lake is another cloaked figure, but whether or not he/she is identical to the Egam in the other room is unknown. Regardless, there are doors set up just like in the previous room, floating there as if held up be some unseen force along the edge of the oasis. Each door is marked by a direction on the compass, N, NE, E, SE, S, SW, W, or NW. Still no door marked "D," for Dennis. D= The CD Player Guy plays the theme form The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time's Gerudo Desert(?). What will you do now?
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Sep 10, 2004, 11:50 AM | |
"Where aren't correct doors?"
"Did you mean apply?"
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Sep 10, 2004, 11:56 AM | |
You are talking to yourself...which is makin Leetzan worried. In other news, Fooruman has eaten some sand. "It tastes of SAND," she says. Leetzan decides to move away from you two.
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Sep 10, 2004, 11:58 AM | ||
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Sep 10, 2004, 11:59 AM | |
You don't know if the person there is an Egam or not.
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Sep 10, 2004, 12:12 PM | |
A simple "talk to person" would have sufficed...
"The incorrect door is not Northwest," he says.
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Sep 10, 2004, 12:24 PM | |
Go Southeast.
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Sep 10, 2004, 01:03 PM | |
After convincing Leetzan that you're not crazy, and pulling Fooruman out from under the sand, you head off to the southeast door. It still boggles the mind on how these doors float like that, but after seeing Bionic Thief Lords and a 15-year old magician, you accept things just as the way they are.
You open the door and enter the hallway, leaving the desert oasis behind. The bricks are once again dull orange, but change to a lemony yellow as you approach the opposite door. You feel your hair(fur?) stand on end as you approach to door; apparently there is a strong electrical current here. Dare you enter?
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Sep 10, 2004, 07:21 PM | |
You gnaw on your finger and cut yourself. D=
You open the door and step out onto a cold metal surface. You feel a slight tingling sensation from what appears to be a large amount of electricity being generated. No wonder: You seem to be standing on top of a large industrial power plant, a humongeous energy generator in the center, looking like an oversized version of those transformer poles you see while driving out in the country. The pole is about 30 feet tall, with many wires hanging from its upper reaches, extending to other buildings. Speaking of which, the plant is surrounded by several tall buildings, but they are of the old, quarantined(sp?) variety. You look over the side of the building and see nothing but fog; it does look like early morning after all. The skies above are thick with fluffy clouds, but it doesn't look like it'll rain (which would definately be a bad thing). The doors that have been apparent in the other "rooms" are embedded into the sides of octagonal base of the tower, and another cloaked figure is slowly walking around the base of said tower. Fooruman tries to run over to the tower to take a better look at it, but Leetzan holds him back, saying, "It is no7 safe her3. If Unf00ruman is truly ebi1, then I'd b3t he'd m4ke it rain if we do something stupid." "Do not baffle with your foul musings, sir!" Fooruman shouts, stuggling. "I must taste this tower to see if it tastes of METAL!!" Leetzan's right; the clouds are growing darker, and judging by the storm you saw on the way into Unfoo's Tower, you could be in for a world of hurt. Better do something now or later.
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Sep 10, 2004, 09:16 PM | |
O_o
What were you trying to say?
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Sep 11, 2004, 01:39 AM | |
None but seven of the doors do not take you where you're not going
Seven of the doors do Seven of the doors do take you where you're going Am I right? Edit: ignore all that mess above. My fault for not realising there was a page 14. I would suggest moving away from the tower, as standing atop what is basically a lightning conductor is never a good idea. |
Sep 11, 2004, 01:45 AM | |
By the way, what music is the CD Guy (TM) playing?
And are we still in the Egam maze or have we moved on. Action: scan everything |
Sep 11, 2004, 02:14 AM | |
anything that would be correct
By the way, whatta your musics are doing in this story? btw, what chineses do with this finger? nothing, it is my finger, uahahahahahaha! Derby: Intolerable filter bypass removal. This has resulted in one full warning. Last edited by Derby; Sep 11, 2004 at 10:45 AM. |
Sep 11, 2004, 02:18 AM | ||
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Derby: Previous quotation edit. If you find such absurdly obvious rule violations in posts you quote, please remove them. *digs thru tempinet to find original quote (don't worry, I won't repost it)* Ah. Must have not spotted it. Sorry, I'll keep an eye out for that in future. Last edited by Torkell; Sep 12, 2004 at 05:00 AM. |
Sep 11, 2004, 10:24 AM | |
I play my games with the sound off and my own music playing.
I find it better. Anyways... Stop Fooruman. Say: "The tower tastes of metal and electicity, and that electricity may make you DEAD. Trust me on this." Analyze: Door(s) if available.
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Sep 13, 2004, 04:19 PM | |
BoggyB: The current music is TUBELECTRIC. =D
Ninjajazz: Please. Stop. Posting. Xion: O_o This is still the Egam Maze, but you don't know how long it is. Anyway, you stand further away from the tower. The only things scannable are the doors and the cloaked person, who turns out to be another Egam; female this time. I'm pretty sure the you have a good idea of what a door is. =P The question is, which door will you take?
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Sep 13, 2004, 09:36 PM | |
"The way in is not North," she says.
Perhaps I made this puzzle too easy... =/ The other ones will be more difficult. >D
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Sep 14, 2004, 07:31 AM | |
Go north
Not all of your puzzles were easy - how about the English one? (before the host died) (sorry Xion - I started writing this before you but got interrupted!) |
Sep 14, 2004, 02:07 PM | |
Northward ya go. Inside the doorway is a ladder leading down. Now what?
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Sep 14, 2004, 02:25 PM | |
Action: Go down ladder
Action: Check surroundings
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Sep 14, 2004, 07:44 PM | |
You climb down the ladder. As you descend, the bricks change from lemony yellow to a lime green as you reach the door. You can go back up, or through the door here.
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Sep 15, 2004, 04:06 AM | |
Action: Poke door
Action: Ask Fooruman to lick door
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Sep 15, 2004, 05:59 AM | |
Continual action: use the goggles to scan everything.
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Sep 15, 2004, 05:10 PM | |
You poke the door. It's solid.
Fooruman licks the door. "It tastes of BIRNAM, gentlemen, he says." Scanning everything continously is not what the Goggles were made for. You enter the door. *gasp* Inside you find yourself inside a lush forest, full of plants and creatures of the small, harmless variety. The doors are located around a large tree trunk, as is another cloaked figure. You can't help but shake the feeling that you're being watched...what do you wish to do? IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! I'll be starting college (sort of, it's an audit thing...) So startin around the 27 or 28, I might not be here all the time. THIS DOES NOT MEAN I WON'T ABANDON MY DUTIES AS A DM. I'll be online when I can, until we get all the way to Unfoo's lair. Hopefully I can get to a computer at school... Get it? Got it? GOOD. =D
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Sep 15, 2004, 05:55 PM | |
We need a temp DM for the temp DM!
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Sep 15, 2004, 06:06 PM | |
XD That's what Rad said.
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Sep 16, 2004, 08:07 AM | |
You do not know if the person is an Egam or not.
If I can't make the puzzles difficult, I'll make them tedious. =D
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Sep 16, 2004, 11:43 AM | ||
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