Sep 6, 2003, 07:29 PM | |
Upon your command, Faw goes back to Fort Strato. (Without your command) L33t4n slithers away to the Cyber Cafe (of course mumbling something about you and Araches). You question Araches about the gate, but she knows nothing about it. Well, except for that it's a gate, and someone put wax in the keyhole.
You try pulling the wax out with the cord. Oddly, the cord seems immune to the effects of "pulling". |
Sep 6, 2003, 07:42 PM | |
The way she left the room gives you the oddest feeling L33tz4n doesn't really want to talk to you.
Without completly listening to what Araches is saying, you think you distinctly hear her mention what L33tz4n said about raising your body heat. You figure she must be real tired |
Sep 6, 2003, 07:54 PM | |
Araches mutters something about killing you later, shoves your body against the door and briefly halfway takes her shirt off. Ten thousand miles away a robot named Xion in a hospital is happy. As Araches is walking back to Strato, you are currently lying on the ground half dayzed trying to think of a way to explain to L33tz4n why there's a hole shaped like your body melted through the iron door.
You have evidently found the least intelligent of the three ways to get through this door. Others would have included: -THE KNIFE. Araches said it couldn't cut a shoelace, but if I remember correctly you later used it to cut that very lace. -YOUR PEGLEG. You're search for flammable objects has driven you away from the fact that you are a walking fireplace. Now you feel stupid. Especially due to the fact Faw is probably the only one not plotting to kill you. |
Sep 6, 2003, 08:03 PM | |
Have a very odd feeling nobody ever actually took the car keys.
Give up and go to sleep against the gate. |
Sep 6, 2003, 08:07 PM | |
There is this major difference between being attacked by enchanted chains while trying to get something, and actually getting it.
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Sep 6, 2003, 08:07 PM | |
(Infinite beat Unknown)
You go back to Faw's Domain and go to sleep on the pathetic matress you call your bed. You have terrible nightmares about the evil Blackraptor. And you also think a lot. You know, maybe the reason L33tz4n seems (or seemed) to like you more than Araches was because her lack of legs and ears let her see past your lack of one leg, one arm, and one ear. Or maybe it's just because Araches is of a different sexual orientation. You wake up in the morning to find that Faw came over and cooked pancakes for you. |
Sep 6, 2003, 08:09 PM | |
Attempt to create mental recap of recent events. |
Sep 6, 2003, 08:14 PM | |
Lessee.. recap: You got trapped in a pool by enchanted chains and L33tz4n saved your sorry hide, then you scared your party half to death by jumping into a wall of spikes, then you spent six hours running back in forth trying to get a door open then sent the girl the likes you away so a lesbian could flash you and melt a door down. Really, it's no wonder your party has maximum morale.
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Sep 6, 2003, 08:18 PM | ||||
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Explanation? I'm not quite sure I'll believe that the storm destroyed that tree and it was the only one, or that it destroyed every tree on the island. |
Sep 6, 2003, 08:18 PM | ||
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After finishing your pancakes you head across the island to Fort Strato. The door seems to be locked. There was only one tree, Unknown. The parts of it you didn't use were put into Fort Strato's foundation, I recall. Going to bed. |
Sep 6, 2003, 08:21 PM | |
"Only one tree". Wonderful.
Check Inventory. If Wings=True: Fly home and leave everyone to their own devices. Later edit: Why didn't your wooden parts burn? If you're hot enough to melt iron and at the same time a walking fireplace... Last edited by Violet CLM; Sep 6, 2003 at 08:42 PM. |
Sep 7, 2003, 04:57 AM | ||
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You walk up to the (locked) door to Fort Strato and call out "L33tz4n, are you there?". You hear no reply but have a feeling she heard you. Note: Before Unknown brings it up, L33tz4n is at Strato now, not the Cafe. |
Sep 7, 2003, 05:13 AM | ||
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GENERATION 22: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment. <i>"This picture shows me that the gray bird man is just a bully and picks on smaller birds. Just because he has no friends and takes it out on others smaller than him to look good. I can see in the parrats eyes that it does however have a understanding of the gray bird man and is upset about getting cut."</i> - Speeza on cartoon birds. |
Sep 7, 2003, 06:47 AM | |
Talk : 1337z4n : I'm sorry 1337z4n. I never thanked you for all of the great things you did for the group. Mostly at that pool situation. You whent very far out of your way to do this for us, and got badly hurt but still saved us. You spent hours decoding a stupid hard drive, only to get a stupid little sentence. I'm sorry that we never really realized how important you are to the group.
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Sep 7, 2003, 09:58 AM | |
Quickly find some flowers to pick.
Edit: Oh... uh, and pick them, too. |
Sep 7, 2003, 10:08 AM | |
You need Fawriel for Town Pipe, right? And I think he left after making pancakes.
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Sep 7, 2003, 10:14 AM | ||
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Read up, my friend. Read up. Anyways...! Control: L33tz4n Analyze: Surroundings
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Sep 7, 2003, 10:17 AM | |
Hey....
We should make a "rabid" fad! I'm a Rabid Da Ra Lie (PSO boss, my favorite one.), Unknown is a Rabid Alligator... Infinite Spaz could be "Rabid evil cat" Radium could be "Rabid Squid" Fawriel could be "Rabid n00b" (j/k, you can be "Rabid Fawriel") Trafton could be "Rabid Snufuss" XD It would be pretty cool. ![]()
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