Sep 9, 2003, 05:09 PM | |
Map is now 25% done with mountains and grasslands added. Coloring in is begining soon, and a few more locations are being added. Stopping for a little while.
Ask : L337z4n : Do you have any idea on how you could get up there? Talk : Infinite Spaz : Who are you and why are you here? Ask : L337z4n : Could the butterflies or battleflies or the msn guy help you up? Control : Infinite Spaz Claim : Page : In the name of Map Go : Spot Place |
Sep 9, 2003, 05:10 PM | |
Ooh, 1000 posts. Weather time.
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Sep 9, 2003, 05:17 PM | |
I trust the Chaos Cord less than I trust Araches, and I don't want to be responsible for any way of getting up this ladder.
Hope it doesn't rain. |
Sep 9, 2003, 05:26 PM | |
You tie L33tz4n to Faw and begin the climb up (Uberbob first, Fawriel second, Araches last). You climb up and up the ladder as the air thins. Passing though several cloud layers, you finally reach the top. A large platform that appears to be almost a mile wide and long is suspended in the sky by an unknown force. A sign mounted in the center reads "Place Spot Shopping Center" with "no noobz plz thnx" scribbled under it. Glancing at the shops around you, you see ChaosClothing (Your clothing retailer for goths, crossdressers and druids), TravelUnsafe Inc. (Telling you how to reach places you never cared to go), Thick's Sporting Goods (For those of us who like getting hit in the head), and Evil Grandma Conquista's Grocery (Food for the good impared). Several park benches scatter the area, and (non invisible) people and creatures aimlessly go about their buisiness.
If time > 9:00 { Radium_gotobed = true } else { spam } |
Sep 9, 2003, 05:29 PM | |
Cut ladder with dagger.
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Sep 10, 2003, 10:36 AM | |
Oh no! Did the dagger hit the raft?
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Sep 10, 2003, 12:07 PM | |
You enter ChaosClothing and see an assortment of scary people admiring gothic garments hanging around the walls. A large poster hangs on the wall reading "Customize your own Celtic robe for only $120.00!". You walk up to the storeowner, a freakish man in midnight-black battle armor and ask what some weapons would cost. The man simply replies "market price". And anyone who's seen that on a seafood menu knows that's a bad thing.
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Sep 10, 2003, 02:13 PM | ||
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You ask the storeowner about the gunger or whatever things, and like me he has no idea what you are talking about. Dude, you need to play less games and associate with more real people. |
Sep 10, 2003, 02:16 PM | |
Xion foo now I'm going to go off and draw something even more saxxay than Araches so you clear your mind from her for more than 2 seconds. Or "explode" from overheating "your" mother board.
Map has no progress yet, going back to work on it. |
Sep 10, 2003, 02:29 PM | |
The evil storeowner replies "We tailor any weapon... for a price," malevolently. Some evil redneck wearing dark blue overalls and holding a lazer shotgun says "I squeased mahself a photo once, are that yer 'fodon-compershin' tecknologer?"
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Sep 10, 2003, 02:37 PM | ||
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The shopkeeper is not a pawnshop owner. He does not accept trades of items that are worthless to him or his occupation. |
Sep 10, 2003, 02:42 PM | ||
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Party: group away. say "Araches, I think we can get our weapons and *burn* him at the same time."
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